There are as many as is the sand of the sea
Too many to count for you
or for me
Yet God knows each and
every one of these
He knows their every
thought, word and deed
In the book of life are
written all our utterings
We are transparent: we are
sands of the earth
Sifted through God's
fingers we fall on through
Unless we choose to lift
ourselves above our grief
Unless we offer up our
souls unto our Lord
We will return to nothing
but the dust that gave us birth
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