Nothing is too small for your notice. You see me, even in my meagerness.
I am no beast nor mule, but your child. Yet I spend away the hours in play, sand castles that will wash away, gone even for the crabs.
If I am to make small things, Lord, let me do so with care and attention. Wooden boxes, find enough to carry the jewelry of royalty.
Grant me clear sight and steady hands, Lord.