| At the foot of the ocean |
| I’m hearing winds whisper and waves shout |
| The storm of the morning is clearing, the tide is running out |
| I’m feeling obviously small |
| A little of this sand is all I am |
| A bit of dust blown from Your hand You made the wind |
| You made the sea |
| Why do You make so much of me? |
| You made the stars and every creature that breathes |
| Why do You make so much of me? |
| In the heart of the evening I’m counting the stars set in the sky |
| Getting lost at a hundred or fifty or so I’m thinking |
| I can only hide in some hole I carve in the earth |
| What am I worth? I’m just a speck, a candle in Your universe |
| And here I stand A bit of dust from Your big hand |
| What am I worth? A candle in Your universe |