They call it small they call it low
But dust can catch the sunlit glow
A thousand sparks in golden streams
Will turn the air to waking dreams
The ground we walk the paths we tread
Are built on dust on lives long dead
Yet still it shines it will not fade
A holy light in dust is laid
Do not doubt the smallest part
For dust can hold a beating heart
And when the sun comes pouring through
The world is lit because of you
