What am I but dust off of the ground, that God would even let a thought of me to enter his mind. A speck of dust in this vast universe he holds in the palm of his hand. That he would give his grace so freely.He loved us so much that I can't even began to comprehend in this small mind of the love that flowed from the cross that day. Of the mercy, forgiveness.So unworthy am I. What am I but dust that God would shed his love on me. A sinner from youth, and I got better at it as I got older. While he was paying my debt on that cross in more pain than I could imagine.With his royal blood flowing to the ground. I was on his mind. Oh what mercy. Thank God for his precious son Jesus Christ. I am saved by the grace of God, washed in the blood of Jesus.