Psalm 8:2..."What is man that Thou art mindful of him?"

With all there is to look at, with all there is to see; with all there is to hear and apprehend; with all there is in all creation....in, around me and beyond my own experience, I can do none other than marvel at my own likeness to a grain of sand in the wide expanse of the African desert. Yet, in spite of my apparent insignificance, I, ordinary mortal - mere man....part of the human race - am given a place of honour little less than the 'angels', mystical celestial 'beings' in close proximity to, and perennially attendent upon the Godhead. Does the conduct and behaviour of 'man' reflect such lofty perceptions of his/her status in relation to the rest of glorious Creation? Upon reflection, I must needs say:

                    Take not Thy tools away from this Thy clay;
                    Let those strong hands of Thine,
                    Mould me to Thy Design;
                   Thy cross and pain, turn me again,
                   With tenderest skill, according to Thy will;
                   Take not Thy hands away from this Thy clay,
                   Till I am fashioned, made by Thee at last,
                   Completed, perfected, and Thy toil past.