Here as Dust
In the valley darker than night there is a single thought clung to in prayer. I am here as dust were it not for the soul. I am a vessel of vile whims were it not for the cross. Lead me to the road directed toward Your light. Support my burden for I am weak. I am the lost sheep in field without boundary. I am the son returning home to his father and I am the harlot kneeling to wash Your feet. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author