Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Breathe

The time to write, to breathe...
The time to sort through the muddle,
Of thoughts that reel.

Can I overcome,
Can I get over it again?
Breathe....

When the tightness starts,
When the light grows dim,
Breathe...

It's difficult to breathe,
It's so unmanageable,
Is there a lifeline?

Then I sang your songs,
You are Jehovah Jirah, my Provider,
Your Grace is sufficient for me.

The answer is so clear now,
I should immerse myself in the things of You,
I should immerse myself in Thee.





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