From his shoes he shook the Dust,
from a world he could not trust.
His rugged road had a hairpin bend,
but now he could see light at the end.
He kept the thoughts, all in his mind,
of a man he once met, who was very kind.
This man showed him a highway,
far away from, that crooked by way.
He then washed his hands of dust and dirt,
and cleansed himself, of all pent up hurt.
He had now found a friend, he could really trust.
This friend spoke of a book, and to read it was a must.
The book he found, had dust on it's cover,
As he cleared the dust, he began to discover
that the book was not only leather bound,
it was the greatest story he had ever found.
With the dust now gone, his life has no fear,
Christ gave him a hand, to find a road that was clear.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dust-6/
