A Handful of Dust

A handful of dust, a worthless piece of clay,

Then you breathed the breath of Heaven.

Then there was the soul, the heart, the hands, the voice,

That could sing of your perfection.

Life is a symphony

That only you can play.

You know I can hear it through

The madness everyday.

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Virtuoso, Virtuoso!

This heart is your instrument

This life is your song

Virtuoso!

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There isn't a note of mediocrity

In all of your creation

And all the beauty

We create with human hands

Is only imitation.

Thunder crashes, waves crescendo on the sand

The wind that's whispering can only be your hand!

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A timeless melody of beauty and emotion

Perfect harmony, inspiring true devotion

No one else can play its chords

So graceful, yet so strong

You made the instrument and wrote the song!

This song, written by David Phelps, has been on my heart and mind ever since I heard it. I have made such a wreck of my life. I have brought shame to my family, my church, and my God. He formed me, gave me life, and gave me a strong Biblical background through family and church influence. Somehow, all along, I wanted to keep control of 'my own life', instead of just giving it ALL to God. Now more than ever I see the importance of yielding full control to Him.

And now, I pray, with all my heart, "Lord, this heart is your instrument, this life is your song. I should have given it to you sooner, before I made such a mess of things and caused so much pain and heartache. I regret the hours I have wasted, the idols I have worshipped, the energy spent on ambitions and desires that were not pleasing to You. Please forgive me. Thank you for being all knowing. Thank you for my mother's prayers and the indelible memory of her kneeling in prayer in the early morning hours. Thank you for bringing me to this place. The only hope that I have is You, and I am putting my life in your hands.


Oswald Chambers said, "We are not called to be succesful in accordance with ordinary standards, but in accordance with a corn of wheat falling into the ground and dying, becoming in that way what it never could be if it were to abide alone.