This is a poetic, rhyming version of Psalm 8. You may want to read the actual Psalm first.

Extract from the psalm:

Lord, you are king,
it's your name we sing
and the heavens ring with your glory.

Infant sighs and baby cries,
defy the lies that we are just
a passing accident of time.

For even though the sky at night
is peppered with your wonder and delight,
still we are the ones
that find your kindness
and occupy your mind.

For you have made us in your image,
a little lower than yourself,
and honoured us
by trusting us
to care for all
you have created...

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