The Makings of a Man

Man in his beginnings is but the dust of the Earth.
He is easily blown about by any wind.
Dis-persed, dis-connected, dis-astrous.
He cannot be set upon any path,
Because he is the substance that makes up the paths fit only for men to tread upon.
He is lost in the world, scattered by the slightest breeze, and dissolved by a simple rain.
Yet there is hope for him still.
There is a wind, however, that will change the state of man.
God in His infinite grace, and amazing delicacy takes this gathering of particles,
Brings them into order,
And breathes into them...life.
With this done, man can begin his journey.
Now this once useless conglomeration of dirt has a purpose, has a path, and a reason for existing.
So let him live for his Purpose.
Let him walk on the Path paved with gold.
And let his Reason for existing be the reason he will not quit till back to the dust he returns.

Jesus is all the world to me, My life, my joy, my all;
He is my strength from day to day, without Him I would fall.
When I am sad to Him I go, no other one can cheer me so;
When I am sad, He makes me glad, He's my friend.

Jesus is all the world to me, My Friend in trials sore;
I go to Him for blessings, and He gives them o'er and o'er.
He sends the sunshine and the rain, He sends the harvest's golden grain.
Sunshine and rain, harvest of grain, He's my friend.

Jesus is all the world to me, And true to Him I'll be;
Oh, how could I this Friend deny, when He's so true to me?
Following Him, I know I'm right, He wathces o'er me day and night;
Following Him by day and night, He's my friend.

Jesus is all the world to me, I want no better friend;
I trust Him now, I'll trust Him when Life's fleeting days shall end.
Beautiful life with such a Friend; Beautiful life that has no end;
Eternal life, eternal joy, He's my friend.