You stretch out the heavens like a curtain of light You whisper the stars into the hollow of night I look at the cycles of planets and suns And I feel like a shadow, the smallest of ones In the math of the cosmos, in the depth of the sea It’s a mystery, Father... that You’re looking at me. How can the Mind that holds every spark Be the same Hand that finds me here in the dark? Oh, the Vastness... that stoops to the small The King Eternal, who hears when I call You’re the Source of all Being, beyond time and space Yet You focus Your love on the lines of my face El Roi, You see me... in the height and the deep The God of the thunder is the One I can keep. You’re threading the needles of gravity’s grace While keeping Your eye on my time and my place It’s not just a duty, it’s not just a plan You’re truly invested in the heart of a man The Lord of all glory, the Ancient of Days You’re worthy of wonder, You’re worthy of praise. You’re not too big to care You’re not too far to hear The One who built the universe Is standing right here! (He’s interested! He’s invested!) Oh, the Vastness... that stoops to the small The King Eternal, who hears when I call You’re the Source of all Being, beyond time and space Yet You focus Your love on the lines of my face El Roi, You see me... in the height and the deep The God of the thunder is the One I can keep. Unfathomable... Yet You know my name. El Roi. The Father who sees me.
