What Is Man?

You are the Lord of Lords, the creator of the universe
I am only a piece of clay, formed from the dust of the earth
With smelly morning breath, and sweaty evening feet
Using only a fraction of my mental resources to think

You are the all-knowing God, and only your love is true
I'm stubborn, moody, insecure, impatient, and selfish
If you hurt me one too many times, we are through

Of all the things in this world to marvel in
You choose to love me, a creature born in sin
I'm constantly doing the very things you said you hate
Yet your grace allows me to rise and see another day

What is man that thou art mindful of him?
Did you lose a bet or something?
Or are you just doing a favor for a friend?

I give up!
I just don't understand the things that you do
I guess that's the very reason why…
There is no one else in the world like you

John L. Donelson
Prodigal Son Productions
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