I give you this life
though it's made of dust
and you build me a house
as if it's a must.
Made of mud, dirt, and clay
found here in the ground
yet praise from this creation
is your favorite sound.
Dirt off your feet
mere grains of sand
became your favorite thing
you've ever crafted with your hand.
Father
Creator
Potter of clay
the words, "I am thankful"
are the least I can say.
~ God's obsessed with dirt
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