Poem: Made from Dust For Glory

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I was created for you. Dreams that you already knew. Clay within the potters hand. You breathed into this dusty land. Man became a living soul. Flesh and bones finally whole. A garden full of delight. Perfect taste, touch, hear, smell, sight. Until the beguiling snake Tempted mankind to forsake The God of mercy and […]

Poem: Made from Dust For Glory

Posted by Stephen Baragwanath

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