Grains of sand as far as eye can see; 
Each one of them was counted out by Thee.
I only see “a few” from here, but round
The world quadrillions more are to be found,
As many as the sons of Abraham; 
I see how insignificant I am.
And yet, You know my name and all the hairs 
Growing on my head and placed them there.
My mind, it puzzles at this and cannot 
Resolve this mystery of Your love begot. 
But in my breathless state I still can praise, 
And unto You my joyful songs can raise, 
While I sit surrounded by this sand 
At peace because the world is in Your Hands.