Gazelem
Mar 6, 20232 min
Updated: Mar 7, 2023
I am but dust, and dust will I be
When gravity, heavy, wears down and claims me.
I am a nothing, for so I have learned:
"From dust thou art, and to dust shall return."
I am but dust, and wind! How it blows me!
But God, He is mindful: He follows me, knows me.
He knows where I float, He knows where I fly;
He knows where to meet me the day that I die.
I am but dust – the dust on dry bones;
The dust that collects in the oldest of homes.
I am but dust, and though lowly esteemed,
My God will command and give purpose to me.
For I am of dust: the dust that makes mountains,
Upon whose stern sides flow the purest of fountains.
I am towering, fearsome, and strong;
A relic, a record, of ages bygone.
I am of dust that covers the shore;
Number my thousands and I'm still thousands more.
I am a vast, breathtaking expanse,
Upon whom the lovers in passion all dance.
I am of dust, galactic and grand,
That burns in the stars that outnumber the sand.
I fill the skies and the reaches of space;
A shining example – a proof – of God's grace.
I am of dust – next to God, I am nothing;
But God is my Father, and to Him I am something.
I am but dust – a trifle, a small thing;
But in the hands of a God, it is I who do all things.
How great is the need to make these things known:
To let ev'ry particle know where they've flown.
So I'll lift my voice and I'll give Him my trust.
I'll boast in my God for making me dust.
Once a mighty warrior in the pre-existence, Gazelem retired and came to earth to get a body and explore the arts. Outside of Latter-day Saint art and literature, you can find him writing and editing for ProvoMusicMagazine.com and playing keys for Michael Barrow & The Tourists.