A Psalm Poem by Fiona Schwartzinoff

Sometimes I lay under the sun and believe that there could be nothing more powerful.
Sometimes I look out to the ocean, and believe that there could be nothing more vast.
But then I think of the Hand that gave heat to the sun and the brush that painted the sea,
And I believe, “Truly, what is there greater than He who holds all of the universe fast? ”
Sometimes I grow vain with my life when all goes just as I planned.
Sometimes I grow proud of my position and knowledge and frivolous majesty.
But then I look to the sky and see the sun burn
And I look to the see and watch the tides churn,
And I see all the people swarming about me,
And I cry, “My G-d, there is no one like Thee! ”