Should I look down from this lofty pedestal from which I have made my place
Would I see a world that is grand, or small?
Should it inspire me to greatness
Or pierce the smallest puncture in my egotistic bubble
That will slowly, but thoroughly deflate me
As realization comes that no glory I could achieve or hope to understand
Could compare to You oh God
Yet from the mountain of Your presence
Underneath the lightning flash and the mighty thunder's bellow
You hear the smallest whimper, catch the faintest cry
And lean down to listen with a Holy loving ear.
Be it hell or heaven, shallow light or deepest gloom
Even there your hand gracefully orchestrated the foundations of the cosmos
And maintains its synchronicity with the slightest wave
Would I see a world that is grand, or small?
Should it inspire me to greatness
Or pierce the smallest puncture in my egotistic bubble
That will slowly, but thoroughly deflate me
As realization comes that no glory I could achieve or hope to understand
Could compare to You oh God
Yet from the mountain of Your presence
Underneath the lightning flash and the mighty thunder's bellow
You hear the smallest whimper, catch the faintest cry
And lean down to listen with a Holy loving ear.
Be it hell or heaven, shallow light or deepest gloom
Even there your hand gracefully orchestrated the foundations of the cosmos
And maintains its synchronicity with the slightest wave
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