Psalm 8 MSG

1 God, brilliant Lord, yours is a household name.
2 Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you; toddlers shout the songs That drown out enemy talk, and silence atheist babble.
3 I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, your handmade sky-jewelry, Moon and stars mounted in their settings.
4 Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, Why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way?
5 Yet we've so narrowly missed being gods, bright with Eden's dawn light.
6 You put us in charge of your handcrafted world, repeated to us your Genesis-charge,
7 Made us lords of sheep and cattle, even animals out in the wild,
8 Birds flying and fish swimming, whales singing in the ocean deeps.
9 God, brilliant Lord, your name echoes around the world.