Temporary Masters

Who are we but dust in a vast cosmic arena

Who are we but temporary masters of things entrusted to us

Yet You count us worthy of Your Grace, of Your Love

What are we but in an instance, are reduced to nothing

Who are we but creatures that are forgotten when we perish

Yet You called us by name, out of the grip of death

Death has lost its sting on us and now no power can keep us from You

We are in awe of You, in great wonder

Your greatness is incomprehensible 

Your ways are far beyond and above ours

You have created us to worship and commune with You

Lord We pray that our worship will be worthy unto You