Dust in the Hands of the Creator

In gifted gaze, two eyes we hold, Not just for sight, but stories to unfold.To share the vision, the souls in need, In God's love, our gaze shall lead.Two ears bestowed, not just to hear, But to share the cries, of sinners near.Bound by transgressions, seeking release, In the symphony of grace, our listening finds peace.Two hands we hold, not just to clasp, But to share burdens, in the Creator's grasp.To carry Your voice to the shadows deep, In the realm of darkness, Your hand we'll keep.Two feet to stand, not just to glide, But to stride together, side by side.To toil in tasks, pleasing to the divine, As reflections of God's image, we shall shine.