Eucharistic Meditations
Forty Nine
- Dust from Your hands is dust indeed,
Fitted by You for what we need,
Fitted for love, though often weak
When we fall short of what You seek. - Dust from Your hands is dust unknown
When sprinkled from Your heavenly throne,
Yet sprinkled on this doubtful earth
To show in flesh Your sacred worth. - Dust from Your hands makes us divine,
Partaking in the bread and wine,
Partaking in Your very self
Where we will find unending wealth. - Dust from Your hands to dust returns
But where it rests a fire burns,
A fire burns to witness You
As source of love, divine and true.