[The Phanatik]

Who am I? Just a bag of dust puttin' trust in the Most High

Why boast? I know that I'm nothin'

Huffin' and puffin' someone else's air through my lungs

'Cause everything belongs to the Son

That was hung up on the Cross

Strung up for the lost

Ya'll know they slayed Him

He rose from the grave, came to save, though they played Him

Some hate Him, mocked Him, to the ground His blood spilled

To this day they be dockin' the things that got Him killed

Shrilled and screamed knowing He'd redeem half the planet

How could He stand in knowing He'd be taken for granted

Disadvantaged became dust just like you and me

Human beings just so He can put His deed at calvary

Now how do we say thanks, better yet check how could He take it

Despising all the shame being plain in sight-naked

Crowned with thorns scorned by the unrighteous judges

The King's arms expands shook hands with death's clutches

Seal the deal kill one for all called it grace

Meaning the Supreme Being would die in our place

He was rich and became poor so that we through His poverty

Could become rich hit the lottery

Pottery is all I am in the hands of the maker

Just a custom of dust and plus the salt from the shaker

Meek and lowly Jesus preach we be holy

I gotta give the props to the potter who molds me

'Cause dust...

[Chorus]

Dust is all I am that's what I come from. Taken from the dust

Dust is what I am that's what I come from. You and me from the dust

Dust is all I am that's what I come from. God breathed from the dust

Dust is all I am that's what I come from. True indeed from the dust

Dust is all I am that's what I come from. It's you and me from the dust

Dust is all I am that's what I c