Psalms 8

A Reflection of Psalm 8"**

Once upon a time, under heaven and earth was a showcase of twinkling stars, I stood beside you, gazing up at the universe...

As we breathed in the night air, I whispered

"Oh Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!

You have set your glory above the heavens...

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers,

the moon and the stars, which you have ordained..."

You squeezed my hand, and I continued:

Oĥĥĥhhhhhh Oĥĥĥhhhhhh

"What is man that you are mindful of him,

the son of man that you care for him?

You made him a little lower than the angels

and crowned him with glory and honour..."

At this moment,

Oĥĥĥhhhhhh

looking at your face illuminated only by starlight, I felt the truth of these words:

*You* are my glory, my honour – my everything.

The psalmist wondered about man's place in the universe;

I wondered how I deserved *your* love in mine.