And now I ask, can ye say aught of yourselves? I answer you, Nay. Ye cannot say that ye are even as much as the dust of the earth; yet ye were created of the dust of the earth; but behold, it belongeth to him who created you.
Mosiah. Chapter Two. Verse 25.
I am a boastful speck of dust that floats on prideful air.
I think I am the master as I drift from bed to chair.
A powder blown by willful breeze, I yet pretend to be
the ruler of my universe and my own destiny.
This loftiness of spirit is a ludicrous mistake;
I am no more the master than a piece of birthday cake.
To recognize that God alone is guiding me along
can give to life a meaning that makes even dust be strong!
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