Sunday, January 15, 2017

I Am Dust

My feet have tread in filth.
I am dust
without water to quench my soul.
Can I stand before You
as defiled as I am,
knowing Your basin of forgiveness
is poured out for me.

Call me in
from the streets staining my flesh,
where I have crawled
toward my demise.
Pour Your healing fluid
over my pride.
Embrace me Lord,
as You humble Yourself
before my sinfulness.

Hear me,
my God,
when I am at my lowest.
Wash away the dust
causing my sin
and remind me
how much I need You.

copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

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