A Question for God

I remember going to the Natural History Museum in Chicago many years ago. I can only describe my feelings of seeing the mummies in the museum as feeling insignificant. I don't know exactly why, but I thought how could there have been so many people millions of years ago, or however long ago, and billions today and in the future and we have any significance?

The verse in the Bible about how God sees every sparrow that falls, and knows every hair on our head is overwhelming. I was thinking about how insignificant I feel sometimes on the way to the library the other day. I was listening to a Christian radio program. The speaker was talking about the planets and how there are red planets that are 100 times larger than the earth. I could be wrong, it could have been 10 times larger, whatever. It hit me again about how insignificant I feel sometimes.

I and I am sure you have watched the ants frantically carrying a giant piece of something many times larger than they are themselves to their burrows. I think of us like those ants. We make our lives so complicated. We bustle too and fro and what for?

Not only because of all of these facts, but we aren't even just one universe. In the Bible in Genesis it says that God created the heavens and the earth and all the stars and worlds. I am no Bible scholar and I am sure I will be criticized for not quoting the scriptures accurately. That is not why I am writing this. I am writing this to tell you why I wrote this poem about your significance and mine.

I have to believe that there is really a heaven there for you and I after we die. No one has ever came back to tell me what it is like but I have to believe that it is real. That is what the Bible tells us.

I see the stars in the sky and ask why?
Why am I here I cry?
Do I really matter to you God?
Are you the rod,
That I should lean on?
Do you really care?
Are you really there?

Billions of people from the beginning,
When you created us,
Why do I matter?
What is it all for?

I am not an insignificant thing,
Why bother with us,
You love us,
They say, then why?
I know I know,
You see every tear that falls,
Do you see mine?

How awesome are your creations?
Billions of stars in the sky,
Grains of sand
Many lands,
And I
Insignificant I?

Do you listen to each prayer?
How is that possible?
When will I quit questioning?
With my tiny little human mind?
I am significant,
Because I am.

That is all that I need to know,
I am.
So are you,
Everything that lives and breathes,
He feeds,
Loves,
My needs,
May not be met,
The way I think they should be,
But I am significant to God.
Because I am.