Little

My God is the God of small things.  He is the God of little acts of kindness.  He is the God of little souls and little hearts and little faiths.  He is the God of little hopes and little dreams.  He is their God because He enters into little things to make them more.  He once entered into a little world as a little person.  He lived a short life, and spent most of it quietly working and doing little things.  He died as the least of men, condemned as a criminal.  He enters my little heart as a little morsel, a small drop.  He would make us all as great as He is, even in our smallness.