Human Dust Alive May 18, 2010
I trace my fingers along threads of fate,
for my eyes cannot discern whither it is that they lead.
As much as I want to know what will happen,
I cannot not know, and it vexes me.
I script not my life, though all too often I wish I could.
But I know that he has better plans than any I can contrive.
And that his design is perfect.
Ah, let me accept these truths into my heart!
Patience.
Hope.
Faith.
Love.
More than words
I need these in my heart.
I begin to see with clear sight
before my vision dims again.
But those few glimpses are so fair.
Those moments when doubt lies not on my heart.
When I am assured.
If only all my time were such.
Yet I should be grateful that within,
a silent voice prompts me onward,
a spirit instructs my soul,
and my mind considers these truths:
A mortal man,
human dust alive,
striving forward,
fighting against the mortal coil.
I push onward,
one foot in front of the other,
a step, another, a mile.
I will make this journey.
Adopted into the divine family.
The most powerful in the universe
has me in his thoughts every moment.
What have I to worry? Why do I fret?
This dust, this dust it clings to me so.
My spirit is meshed within.
The time has not yet come for it to be restored.
Much to learn have I yet.
Human dust alive.
That is all I am.
Yet a creation am I.
Lord, guide me… guide me, Lord, guide me!
Have mercy on me.
Have mercy on me.
Grant me peace,
grant peace unto this human dust alive.
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