One Tiny Splinter

I lay there in a meadow,

My head upon a stone,

A million miles from anywhere,

Yet never felt alone.

Summer clouds passed gently,

Beneath a crystal sky,

Unarmed by nature’s beauty,

I sought the answer why.

Why me Lord, I question,

You have been so fair,

Never really giving me,

A heavy cross to bear.

I’ve seen the down and outers,

The very sick and lame,

Yet through their trials and tribulations,

Give glory to Your name.

Within my soul the echoes,

Are the silent screams I cry,

Confused by your great kindness,

I dare to wonder why.

From Your cross a million tiny splinters,

Surely I could shoulder one,

To humbly show my love for You,

For all the greatness You have done.