A grain of dust.
We were all grains of dust.
But when He took us in His hands and breathed air into our forms, we caught fire.
But we did not burn.
We grew into His creation and His life, created to be His hands and feet on this planet.
Created to create.
We are miniscule magnificence.
Given the choice to rule or to submit, and in submission, rule.
His Kingdom come, the grain sustained and quickened by the Lamb’s blood, His will be done.
Our choice to quicken.
Or to die.
As grains of dust.