Lord, Please Settle My Dust.
Ahhh, from dust we came, and to dust we shall return. Lord, please settle my dust before I return.
Lord, our dust is damaged and in disarray from earthly pain and perturbations of Your Spirit flow. Lord, please soothe and rearrange us to Your standards and make us joyful instead of anxious. Lord, settle our dust.
My dust Lord is missing a few pieces, but You know where they went. It is ok if You gave them away to help others, it is even better that Jesus gave me some new dust from His dust to make me whole. My dust Lord is sometimes clumped clumsily in me, my toil incomplete and often ineffective, please iron me out, bring me into Your usefulness again. My dust, Lord, is sometimes dormant. I wish to reassert my ways for Your work. Give up my knowledge in exchange for Your masterful plan. Lord, light our way and unclog our vision, settle down the dust we blind ourselves with, help us to clearly see You. Our dust collectively will return to the earth, so Lord, please use it to replant Your Garden.
Help us make the most of our dust and leave behind dust trails that glorify You. I want to know what I have done with my dust has pleased You.
Until the day we return back our dust, keep us Lord, in Your Fortress, magnetize us to see You, know You, follow You.
You are our refuge. In You, Lord, we trust.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”