As the Lord’s creation, made for His will,
He’s got me set up like a pencil
Dusted off and lifted out of the shelf,
He’s taken away my sinful self.
Don’t count the Spirit’s Gold as mine:
I’m just a jar, clay is my bone.
Dust is the dude that works these signs;
God plays the tune, I’m the trombone!
Written by: Kingsley U. Ayistar
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson