Dust

Looking in the pond I see my face The wind blows and the ripples they appear My image breaks up when the water is disturbed When the water stills then I am whole again Dust with a heartbeat I am a clay imitation I can’t create a voice unheard I’m just an echo of His plea My soul I try to reinvent All strength and logic are spent I AM speaks and I am bent As a mountain river stream I sift the dirt through my fingers and realize Dust with a heartbeat Aren’t I fair See me beaming in the sun As the green fades through the years I feel my pedals shaken And how I wither, to the earth I fall But in the springtime I hope to shine again Dust with a heartbeat I am a clay imitation I can’t create a voice unheard I’m just an echo of His plea My soul I try to reinvent All strength and logic are spent I AM speaks and I am bent As a mountain river stream I sift the dirt through my fingers and realize Dust with a heartbeat But when the wind blows fierce And the sun goes down I see through the eyes that pierce the flesh A little lower than the angels Heir to the Kingdom at hand A flower yet to bloom With a heartbeat forever manifest Aren’t I fair, beaming in the Son My eyes are filled with destiny My heart is soaring with belief I AM speaks and I am free Aware of all deceit No longer sifted and shaken No longer just dust with a heartbeat I disappear I wither But eternally my heart beats