For I am your creation,
Become more, I cannot.
Like my dust, I am easily moved,
A bottle in your house holds my tears.
In time, with a beginning and no end,
The smoke that fades is my span.
Yet Creator, in you I find hope,
Do I not look to dust for strength.
Forget not my cries,
Thy statutes fill me with re-creation.
The Bible Bistro 