Endless riches.
Treasure unknown.
Always a wanderer.
Already home.
Poured out like water.
Deep as the sky.
Lost in the spinning
The singing of time.
A speck of existence
A grain in the field
Harvest my heart now
Woo me to yield
Insignificant brother
Prodigal son
Cover with blood
This undeserved one
The buzzing of insects
The crowing of birds
The singing of songs
Too loud to be heard
Oceans churn praises
Mountains proclaim
Undeserved riches
Too vast to explain
Wretched and humble
Lost as the sea
Plucked from the fire
Snatched and set free
Made for your glory
Made for your praise
Fallen to darkness
Yearning for grace
Hands made this house
Fingers this plan
But a voice made the mountains
A breath made the man
My days are a vapor
My work soon shall end
Earth's empires will crumble
But you call me friend.
