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 https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author