The glory of God is man fully alive"

Oh, Breath that comes from these lungs.

To make these words into something real.

How I have avoided Your subtlety.

And now I fight for air,

For my breathing patterns fail me.

Crisp air I long to inhale.

Pure, simple truth.

You will expand in my lungs

And push out what is ugly.

I shall exhale You with gladness..

This depth of Breath,

I have imagined You not.

Fullness of Breath teeming.

Up to my throat..

Out of my mouth.

At no time do I run out.

Oh no, I cannot keep You out.

Your breath creates..

This life that reflects Your breath.

Never ceasing.