God took His hand,
and wiped away the dust,
I never could understand,
What He sees in us.
Sometime we are made,
with such hard earthly crust,
But God takes His hand,
and wiped away the dust.
Somehow God looks at us through
forgiving eyes,
Somehow God knows,
Where a treasure lies.
God sees the gold
hiding in each of us,
God's hand wipes,
away the dust.
I never saw myself,
As being a person of wealth,
Until God's hand takes hold,
God wipes away the dust,
and finds the gold.
How does one measure the treasure
Only God knows,
Somehow He looks into our souls,
He finds us somewhere on the road,
Under the dust there is gold,