Our Holy God above, is named the Great I Am–

So who am I, but bit of dust, to compare to Calvary’s Lamb?

Truly, I am only dust, given life by Him;

But what a blessed life I have, as He falls fresh within.

 

I am a sorry, sin-filled soul, washed clean by Calvary’s blood–

The thought of how He suffered, as it flowed just like a flood,

Is one that makes me stand in awe, almost in disbelief,

But Love that He showed forth that day, brought dusty souls relief.

 

I am sent to tell the world of His great love for us.

To tell of His Forgiveness of sin that rots and rusts

The very bone and marrow that make our frame within,

Then washes us with grace, given undeserved by Him.

 

I am a slave to Heaven’s jewel–My Master loves me so!

I pray there’s nothing He would ever ask, with answer, “No!”

For just as dust is scattered when cleaning chores are done,

He can scatter me wherever sinful souls need won.

 

I am a student of His Word; it fills my mind each day.

To feel Him walk beside me, jolts my step to one of sway.

To read the Word, and learn of love the Father gives to all,

I am blessed each day, humbly leading this dust ball.