I am made of dust, Taken up from the ground, Molded perfectly with hands, Blown wind into, And was brought to life. I was created so, To worship the LORD, Live worthwhile under the sun, To the feast of Joy, In the house so prepared! But here I am, Toiling wholesome labor, Wasting lots, things off meaning, Wasn't so planned to go, But here I am, wasted! But now, I know the path, The path, leading to life, A path destined to live, Alive is not living, nor is not dying, But following the lead who overcame. My LORD, is my king Jesus My LORD, is my all, Who overcame. I wanna let go, How to let go? Let go, off the meaningless? Come with me to the lord. Let's worship, and live the life he wants, Not just alive, but, Alive. Soon will return to dust, But never wanna stay back, Wanna go to my creator, my Father, Who lives, and in him, Resurrect the grave of the dust!
Sharing the Love and Experiences with Jesus in words of poetry And rhymes.