Dust to grace

How my heart perceives

With nothing taken

But all things received


Born from sorrow

While death purchased life

No joy can pardon

Like a blood sacrifice


Seek the unfolding

Grasp the unconquerable

Cast out your line

Catch the uncatchable


Dust to grace

Manís plight to victory

In Godís creative hands

Take His offered sanctity



Dust To Grace by Ronhales                                                                                                                                      Ecclesiastes 3:20

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