Dust I will be
At the end of it all
All the things I’ve received
Will stay behind and dissolve
Or kept by another
Or gifted once more
In the end it won’t matter
When you exit this world
My soul cannot carry
My body, not yet
The weight of my life
Can only hold for the test
I won’t come with nothing
Only the most honest of me
But desiring one thing
Is all His graces I’ll need
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