My 16 year old daughter Camille wrote this after we got into a conversation about our identity as simultaneously fallen human beings and children of God. I thought I would share it with you – and I hope you find it encouraging.
YET I AM A PILE OF DUST
Vanity sees beauty in my face
Yet I am a pile of dust
Pride sees success in my race
Yet I am a pile of dust
Knowledge sees intellect to be flaunted
Yet I am a pile of dust
Society sees a gait yet undaunted
Yet I am a pile of dust
Entertainment sees a new ability
Yet I am a pile of dust
Maturity sees sweet respectability
Yet I am a pile of dust
Yes I am a pile of dust
But that’s not what they see
‘Deed I am a pile of dust
What else can there be to me?
‘My Darling Little Pile of Dust
I created you at the first
My Darling Little Pile of Dust
I did not make you to be accursed
‘I filled your chaff with sustenance
So you wouldn’t be carried o’er
I filled your chaff with sustenance
Myself inside your core
‘The good in you is from Me alone
My darling your friends may see
The good in you is from Me alone
Dust, you are a child to me’
Defeat says I am too low to win
Yet I am a child of God
Finality says He won’t take me back in
Yet I am a child of God
Self says I only care about me
Yet I am a child of God
Sloth says it’s too hard to be free
Yet I am a child of God
Bondage says I’ll never break loose
Yet I am a child of God
Depravity says I’ve tied my own noose
Yet I am a child of God
Hopelessness says there’s too many to save
Yet I am a child of God
Death says I’ll be left in a grave
Yet I am a child of God
Impatience says He will never hear me call
Yet I am a child of God
Tolerance says I have hated them all
Yet I am a child of God
World says I’m only a pile of dust
Yet I am a child of God
Mind says there is no One there to trust
Yet I am a child of God
Yes I am a child of God
Only torrents of blood break the chain
I, Dust, am a child of God
My Father bled clean my name
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