Breath.

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Breathing all around me,

I know You keep me here.

It’s only because You’re with me

that I haven’t crumpled with fear.

The silence ever deafening.

The walls are moving too fast.

In and out of consciousness,

All I see is my past.

“Don’t let me die” – an awkward phrase,

Said with little breath.

Your word will never fail me

Throughout what lies ahead.

There’s got to be a reason

Or I’d have gone that night.

Wisdom from a bleak season –

In life we should be light.

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Day 28: The Ground

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So fertile, yet crops wither.
All that’s needed is Light –
But not even a slither
Reaches the depths of the compact soil
And the pavemented streets.
They suffer and dry up
Without the heat.

The war isn’t over
They haven’t found their peace.

It’s only Your Love that brings release.
So why are we still fighting,
Struggling to see
If we really want the captives
To be set free?

Day 18: Too Late

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Another one gone
Another one gone
That didn’t hear the song of life

So why aren’t we singing?
Why aren’t we singing?

We say this love is so strong
We want His light to shine on
But we’re happy in the strife

So why aren’t we brighter?
Shining in darkness

It’s not enough
It’s not enough to think about it
We must do what it takes
To Spread The Word

Here in the hurt
And all the pain
We have found the key to life again
So let’s open the door
For another in need

Best wishes don’t count
Faint hope and empty words
Won’t help someone that’s bound to fall

And we’re called to catch
And to lift
And to steady and encourage

Or are you willing to miss them?
What if you never told them?
What if they never found out?

If we believe, we’ve got a reason
Now is the time, now is the season
To help someone see
That the only way to see
Is to follow The Light
Before it all turns to night.

Life is fragile. We’re on a mission. We’ve been called for purpose. Let’s do what we’re called to, before it’s too late.

“If I believe there’s a Saviour, is the proof in me? Is He alive and breathing? Is He what they’ll remember? Is He what they’ll see when they look at me? Do I look like love?”