I am made of dust,
Taken 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 labour,
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
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,
Who lived, and with him,
Resurrect the grave of dust!
© Christian