Psalm 8, A Paraphrase
Oh King of everything
Songs of your beauty fill the Earth
You painted the skies with your glory
For all to see.
And yet the foundation of your Kingdom is weakness
Built upon the praise of children singing, babies babbling
This disarms those who trust in their own power
Leaving them speechless.
When I escape the city and look up at the night sky
I am in awe of the moon and endless stars
You hand-placed with artistic precision.
I suddenly feel small.
Who am I that you- the one who made
And sustains this infinite Universe-
Pay attention to me?
You care so intimately for us
You even became one of us!
You crowned us as images of the divine
Putting us in charge of everything you made
The farm animals
And wild animals too
The birds in the sky
The fish in the Ocean
Everything that swims beyond our view
Oh King of everything
Songs of your beauty fill the Earth!
