| Life, God's Creation I am no different from the ground, But that by You, my body formed. Between your hands, the dust, You bound A piece of earth to be transformed. And breathed Your life into this clay, So, opened up my eyes to see My Master's ear upon my chest To hear the heart that beat in me. The dust is on Your Great Hands still, Lord, as You work to mold me now. Make me a vessel of Thy will To share Your love, and show me how! Angela U. |
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