I found this poem by Pastor Jack Hyles. If you feel insignificant, maybe this will help you realize that there are no ‘little’ people in God’s kingdom.
I’m just a little donkey, midst stallions tall and white;
They are each a golden talent, and I, a widow’s mite.
I’m just a little pebble, and each of them, a stone;
While I’m a stunted bramble, they all are trees full grown.
I’m just an unclean raven, while they are nightingales;
I am a little minnow, and they are mighty whales.
I’m just a little sparrow, yet they as eagles fly;
I tiptoe through the treetops, while they soar through the sky.
I’m just a little ox-goad, and sharpened swords are they;
While they are giant boulders, I am a piece of clay.
I’m just a tiny flower, a lily of the field;
I am a little slingshot, and they are mighty shields.
Yet God once used a donkey, while stallions envied near;
He tells us with the lily that He gives us what we wear.
He used a dirty raven to feed His prophet bread;
A little stone was chosen to pierce Goliath’s head.
He took a little sparrow to show us of His care,
And used a mite so tiny to teach us how to share.
A little cactus bramble was king of all the trees;
He brought down with a slingshot the giant to his knees.
He made a worthy vessel with one small piece of clay;
Oh mighty God of mercy, use me in power today.