By Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
the breath of Heaven in my face
relaxes, soothes this time and place
You've chosen for me,put me in
a moment lets me lose my sin
my sense of weakness, crawling grief
that takes my heart like scripture's thief
the vanity saps strength and fails
to bring my thoughts where my soul sails
on wind that carries Your words on
the breath made by His only Son
