[The Phanatik]
Who am I? Just a bag of dust puttin' trust in the Most High
Why boast? I know that I'm nothin'
Huffin' and puffin' someone else's air through my lungs
'Cause everything belongs to the Son
That was hung up on the Cross
Strung up for the lost
Ya'll know they slayed Him
He rose from the grave, came to save, though they played Him
Some hate Him, mocked Him, to the ground His blood spilled
To this day they be dockin' the things that got Him killed
Shrilled and screamed knowing He'd redeem half the planet
How could He stand in knowing He'd be taken for granted
Disadvantaged became dust just like you and me
Human beings just so He can put His deed at calvary
Now how do we say thanks, better yet check how could He take it
Despising all the shame being plain in sight-naked
Crowned with thorns scorned by the unrighteous judges
The King's arms expands shook hands with death's clutches
Seal the deal kill one for all called it grace
Meaning the Supreme Being would die in our place
He was rich and became poor so that we through His poverty
Could become rich hit the lottery
Pottery is all I am in the hands of the maker
Just a custom of dust and plus the salt from the shaker
Meek and lowly Jesus preach we be holy
I gotta give the props to the potter who molds me
'Cause dust...
[Chorus]
Dust is all I am that's what I come from. Taken from the dust
Dust is what I am that's what I come from. You and me from the dust
Dust is all I am that's what I come from. God breathed from the dust
Dust is all I am that's what I come from. True indeed from the dust
Dust is all I am that's what I come from. It's you and me from the dust
Dust is all I am that's what I c
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