A smudge of ash
In return to dust
From dust to creation
In the potter’s hands
In frailty we tread
Though never alone
We are held by love.
Love walks alongside.
Love walks alongside
Running in the slow lane
Running in the slow lane
A smudge of ash
In return to dust
From dust to creation
In the potter’s hands
In frailty we tread
Though never alone
We are held by love.
Love walks alongside.
Ruth Partridge