In quiet moments, when words betray,
Is my cry calling His name, I pray?
In joy, our lungs may feel near to burst,
A melody of praise, life’s constant verse.
In sorrow, heavy sighs fill the air,
Breathing His name, a heartfelt prayer.
Fear may hold breath in its icy grasp,
Yet God’s name remains in every gasp.
When courage wanes, before challenges steep,
A deep breath is taken, the soul to keep.
Breathing, a constant hymn of praise,
In every moment, in myriad ways.
Waking, sleeping, in each breath we take,
God’s name is on our lips, a sacred quake.
In the lungs of life, until life is done,
Constant praise, from the rise to the setting sun.
A beautiful truth, emotions we breathe,
God’s name is embedded in those who believe
A reminder profound, in moments we trod,
Being alive is to speak the name of God.

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