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...