GRATEFUL

At your feet I prostrate myselfĀ
In the dust I lay my prideĀ
To the world I live in disguiseĀ
But form you I cannot hideĀ
From nothingness you have called my nameĀ
And joined together my feeble joints
With the dust you've covered my fleshĀ
And called it skin for I am black
You breathe into my nostrilsĀ
I experienced life for the first timeĀ
Consciousness and revelation kissed my mind
My thoughts were awaken
And I was gratefulĀ
O Creator of my soulĀ
Thou Ancient of days
He who was from the beginningĀ
Who's days cannot be numberedĀ
Let all of your creation humble itselfĀ
Before your greatnessĀ
And let all men prostrate their soulsĀ
In the dust that thou has created from nothing.
Wilford Barker.
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