Interlude of Grains

I am grateful that you never cease to amaze me the way you love me
From the flicker of an eyelash to the furthest star
From the pyramids to the beat of my heart
From a woman in Somalia to a child in Harlem
We’re created from the same things
I’m grateful that you created me from the same grains from the same things
I‘m grateful that you never cease to amaze me the way you loved me