OUR BREATH
From dust we’re formed.
With God’s breath adorned.
The years have gone away as we ran to catch our breath each and every day.
Fall has now come way too soon. We see our breath as winter looms.
The race is run, the sun is setting, our breath has slowed as we now sit waiting.
For the Lord soon returns to gather his breath. To adorn it upon whomever is next.
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