O Lord my God,
The older I get the more I wonder
that you care about people
when there are so many of us.
We are like locusts covering the earth.
Yet we understand
that you care for each one
as a precious creation.
Today, help me to see each person I meet
as a special gift
What are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them? Yet you have made them a little lower than God, and crowned them with glory and honor.