Poetic Inspiration Can Come From The Word.

Breath

In and out it goes,

to where? No-one knows. Does it dance across the meadow’s dew or reach up towards the sky’s bright blue? Does it frost the windows at night and sing with the birds by day? Where does thy breath prefer to play?

Will we ever know? Where does each breath go?

Job 33:4 ESV

The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.

He loved us first,

I love Him back. He saved the world, now that’s a fact. We spread the word, like a forest fire. We lift His name, higher and higher. With one strong voice, filled with love, we sing as a choir. To show our love, for the eternal savior. As we walk, to the beating drum, as disciples of the Lord, we have come.

So raise your voice, join the choir. Yes raise your voice, higher and higher. For every voice, joined in the choir, shows the world, that God’s on fire. His Love is true, of that we’re sure. We’ll keep on singing from door to door.

Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.” (‭John‬ ‭13‬:‭35‬ NLT)

Morning dawns, mist, yawns. Eyes open to a brand new day.

It is clear, that He is here. Kneel, pray. He shows me the beauty in coffee, bagels. As I leave the house, trees, whispers, they speak of unfailing love. The day begins, trust in Him, oh what a precious day.

Dawn falls, dark, cold. Yet He has lit a way. Bright, path. Everything will be okay. He leads me home. A safe place, I call my own. Again I kneel, pray. I am His. He is mine. Never out of sight. Good night.

“Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you. Show me where to walk, for I give myself to you.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭143:8‬ ‭NLT