Lonely Words, These

Lift up my eyes to the mountains Where will my Help come from? My help will come from the Lord Who created the Heavens and the Earth -- Psalm 121 Lovely words, these of the Psalmist to Thee But how do they apply to little old me O, Lord, you have created magnificence on Earth And perhaps you were present when my mother gave birth Yet when You bring out the Sun by day and the myriad Stars at night When you secure all Natural Laws firmly in place Do you still keep my personal needs in sight They say You rule over this vast universe over galaxies near and inconceivably far So why would You be involved with a nothing like me ~ It seems bizarre... O, Lord, please do not think me a renegade some kind of rebel who far off has strayed I'm one of Your creatures; You created me too the only one able to praise and bless You