Psalm 8

Your name is majestic, beautiful.

Your name is filled with glory,

And that glory fills the universe.

That glory fills our hearts.

How majestic is your name in all the earth.

I see your lights set in the sky,

Brighter than a thousand fires,

Screaming your name to all the earth.

The moon glows clear as silver,

Softly shimmering in your glory.

What am I, Lord? What am I?

Who am I that you care for me—

Wretched, clumsy, stupid me—

That you care for my future?

What is man that you are mindful of him?

I have no beauty like the moon,

I have no light so bright as the stars.

Yet you crown me with glory

You call me blessed, you call me son.

You have put all things under our feet.

You work all things for our good.