I am Your daughter
I am made of dust
I am made by You
I am Your child.
Because I am lost
Tears roll out my eyes
Water mixing with dust
I'm rolling in the mud.
We are from dust, Shaped by Him, But He never does want For we kissing the dust...... A good poem......top marks! ! ! !
this is very beautiful...written in a way to convey how fragile we really are... blessings
And from mud, or we choose the best as a clay we shape your strongest will and we burn to fix your shape...now u become a ceramic, and if you broken again, broke all into dust again and we will shaping you again to anew things..and the things that shaping your form is your soul and spirit, as long as you believe it you will be okay_Unwritten Soul
Great poem! that pain and confussion will go away one day, the mud will get dry, only the dust will be left because we are made off it and we are children of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
AWWW: ( Good write. Keep penning