From Those Dusts
From Those DustsFrom those dusts our life is likenedThey go forth with the windNo bound, no direction at allIf SOMEBODY does not lay His heart upon us,Where we shall be cast away?Once among those dusts, I wasWho depended my boundUpon the world's dictationPoor dust, going forth Towards hateful destinationFor all my vessels are in vainBut SOMEBODY laid His mercyWhen He opened my eyes,I magnify His awesome beautyIt's wonderful to realizeHis marvelous work for meThat transformed this "dust"Into an ever shining gold.Beholding the beauty of HimWho once born all the pain on the cross.And this dust, forever will be a dust Unless He come.
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