It all starts with dust.

Dust formed to a frame.

Frame breathed into life.

Life fallen into sin.

Sin driving life.

Life yearning for hope.

Hope found in sacrifice.

Sacrifice formed in perfection.

Perfection led to death.

Death raised to life.

Sacrifice becomes hope.

Hope is given to life.

Life becomes eternal.

This sacrifice was not her own,

But she reaps the rewards;

She claims the life eternal.

She is His

and He is hers.

That is who she is; the artist as herself is no one but dust saved by love.


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