It is all too
DUST
Bruised and battered
I have been.
Faint and shattered,
I have seen.
Lost in the desert,
Sheep without Shepherd.
Stumbled, I fell -
Angel of Satan -
Thorn in my flesh.
Still I rise, and more...
I refuse
To see myself as a lost cause,
An obstacle too daunting
For God's love to surmount.
I refuse
To see my sins
As too vast, too numerous
For the precious blood to cover.
I refuse
To see my good works
As too insignificant
For his all-seeing eyes to notice.
I reject
The lie
That I am anything else
But dust.