The Breath of Life
Don’t ask, my friend,
How much of His breath our Lord
Has breathed into each of us*
If a cubic millimeter it is
Or
A cubic decimeter,
For it doesn't matter at all
Since HE is infinite,
And the infinite divided by any number,
Infinite remains
Thus, Into you and me, His infinity has breathed,
So, by following His Word,
You and I, my brother, my sister,
With
The passing of time, perfect we can be,
As our Father in heaven is perfect,
In His holy ways!**
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 FEBRUARY 2015
*Genesis 2:7
“And the Lord God formed man of the dust of
The ground, and breathed into his nostrils the
Breath of life; and man became a living soul.”
**Matthew 5:48
“Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father
Which is in heaven is perfect.”
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
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