GRATEFUL

At your feet I prostrate myself
In the dust I lay my pride
To the world I live in disguise
But form you I cannot hide
From nothingness you have called my name
And joined together my feeble joints
With the dust you've covered my flesh
And called it skin for I am black
You breathe into my nostrils
I experienced life for the first time
Consciousness and revelation kissed my mind
My thoughts were awaken
And I was grateful
O Creator of my soul
Thou Ancient of days
He who was from the beginning
Who's days cannot be numbered
Let all of your creation humble itself
Before your greatness
And let all men prostrate their souls
In the dust that thou has created from nothing.
Wilford Barker.

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