Dust and Gold

Education and entertainment Poet: Greta Zwaan I am but a tiny speck, a particle of dust; I have no power of my own, it's in my God I trust. He sees the frailty of my being, the weakness of my frame, But even though I am minute, He calls me by my name. My decisions that I make, be they bad or good Are completely known by Him - known and understood. He'll guide me if I let Him, but He will not use force, He trusts me to rely on Him, to always stay on course. But I am human and I'm frail, I want to stand alone, So God backs off and lets me be, He lets me chose my own. He stands aside yet stays nearby, in case I change my mind, He lets me go my way alone but He's not far behind. When I get weary and I stray along the unknown road, I need but call upon His Name and He will bear my load. Oh, foolish pride, let go! Let God! He's been this way before, Give Him the reigns that guide your life, you need hold on no more. He knows precisely what you need, He knows your very frame, You'll find the peace you're looking for by calling on His name. 'Twas God who made you from the dust, you're precious in His sight, All creation He called good, in you He takes delight. Give praise! Give thanks! Rejoice always. You're blessed because He cares, For dust to Him is like pure gold, And He owns all your shares