He stoops way down to touch
Each and everyone of us
Despite my evil thoughts and deeds
My Father favors dust
His loving tender mercies
Covers my greed and lust
One things describes His kindness
My Father favors dust
As I count my own self worth
Possessions I consider must
I value my belongings
My Father favors dust
When you see another person
Remember he’s the same as us
Our God delights in him
My Father favors dust
There is none who’s more deserving
There is no ‘upper-crust’
Dirt is dirt, none better, none worse
My Father favors dust
Psalms 103:14 For He knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.
Psalms 104:29 You take away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.
Ecclesiastes 3:20 All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.