Created From The Dust Poem by April Humason

I was formed from the dust of the ground,
Shaped by hands where Heaven is found.
Not born of woman, not touched by breath,
Until God Himself filled my chest.

Earth beneath me, sky above my face,
Placed in a garden of perfect grace.
Given dominion, a sacred command,
To walk this world by God's own hand.

Alone I stood beneath open skies,
Among the birds and the beasts that rise.
Yet none could touch what I needed most,
A hearted companion, bone of my bone, a holy host.

And so from my side, she was brought forth,
Not as a servant, but of equal worth.
Not from my feet to walk below,
But from my rib, where love would grow.

I was made to lead with gentle care,
To guard, to guide, to love, to share.
Not ruler of, but joined as one,
Two lives formed beneath one Sun.

When the darkness came and the garden fell,
I did not stand where I should have dwelled.
Yet still His mercy covered my shame,
And clothed my soul, not marked by blame.

For in every man, this truth still lives,
Called to protect what God provides.
Formed from dust, but filled with breath,
A living soul, not bound by death.