In God's kingdom, there are Galaxies
Too many to count

There are stars, like our sun, without number
Worlds, just like sand on the beach

What am I? A mere speck of dust out of reach

Yet the creator of all takes time to bestow
Blessings in infinite numbers, on this sinner below

The cup runneth over, throughout this man's history
But why? That's the great mystery

My cup indeed runneth over
My cup overflows
With fine oils no mortal deserves,
He anointed my head
I'm rebellious, ungrateful, and sinful instead

But God's river of blessings
It keeps on a flowing
But why? We will die without knowing

Ben V. Rodriguez