Breathe
I was in His bosom
With no form or comeliness
Created from dust
Nothing moved me
Until dust came to life by
His breath
The very nature of Him
I am created to praise Him
That I will always do
Let your breath come afresh
on me
Renew me with your Spirit.
(Written 7th January. 2024)
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2024
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