You lead me, holding my hand
Wherever I go.
I feel your touch
I see your foot prints
Yes, I do.

I may not sing your songs,
But I hear your songs,
In the air, in my soul,
Yes, I do.

I may not read your books
Or roll your beads
But, I know you row
My deeds, my words,
Yes, I do.

This insignificant me,
Deserve this royal treatment
From you my Master, I ask
Instantly you reply,
“Yes, you do!

“You’re a chip from my rock,
A sand from my seabed
The same air we breath
You’re me and I’m you
The size has nothing to do.”