I feel gloriously small

like the way a child feels in their fathers arms

Or how a firefly fits in the palm of my hand

A gentle touch

Or locking eyes with a stranger

A kind of small that makes you run after the sun

And even as a storm rolls in I am free

And my feet sink in the grass

And I am praying to my God

As He holds me fast and lights my path

I am not afraid

Oh storm! Come get me now!

I won’t stumble or get cold

My Father holds me fast