You are constant as breath, and yet
I sometimes struggle to breathe. When I am not trained in the heights nor depths, I gasp for breath and ache. When I consume ungodly things my lungs grow filthy, constricted, and I cannot breathe as I should, for I have grown sick. But You are Spiritus - Breath of Life. You breathed my soul, my self, into being. When I want for knowledge, for strength, You in Your steadfastness show me, help me, learn how to breathe when the air is thin when I'm all closed in. When my breath is shut out by my sin-clogged lungs, and I ask for You, You - Divine Surgeon, Miracle worker, King - You destroy the cancerous thing and give me new air and new lungs with which I breathe. Your breath is the Word made flesh. Your breath is the Son surrendered. Your breath is the resurrection. Your breath is the Holy Spirit. Your breath is life eternal. Your breath is gentle, joyful, whole. With Your breath may my soul sing and praise You, Glorious Holy King. Comments are closed.
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