From soils of the earth man was formed
Shaped by a master craftsmen
Every detail from the last cell to the last organ intricately designed to sustain life
When it was done the breath of life filled the clay and it became flesh
We came from dust and we will one day be returned to that same dust
Inside our clay vessels lives a soul
A piece of the living God
That desires a close connection with Him
We all have choices how we treat our souls
We have a responsibility to nurture our mind, and soul
We only have a little time on this blue marble we call home
So while this clay vessel still breathes
We should use it to serve the one who created us
For one day our souls will leave this clay and hopefully rest again with Him in heaven
Stephon's Thoughts 