Breath of Heaven

Warm winds of change swept past my door, I turned my back and moaned, No more! Peace did not come, an urgent nudge— designed to move this lazy fudge— kept popping up inside my head, until there remained not one shred of pride, or joy, nor serenity. I came to doubt my identity as God's own, a Christian warrior. Instead, I became a common worrier. Still he sought to call me near with urgency and love sincere. All it took was one sentence, sent in a prayer of repentance; "I'm sorry, Lord, I will obey." Heaven's breath blew in to stay.