This sea was made by God.
All the people talking, eating, driving, singing, hurting, celebrating:
This great sea of people had it’s beginning with just One Person.
Sometimes, the world seems so immense to me;
I am just one in billions.
How does my One Life make sense in this crowd?
After all, even without me,
All the people will continue talking, eating, driving, singing, hurting, celebrating.
And then, I remember:
On the deep water’s smooth surface, ripples spread quickly and far.
One person brave enough to make ripples in the water.