Your breath, a whisper Your song, the mighty wind Your majesty, the mountains Your hope, my soul rends I am so small here You light up the skies With first rays of morning Eclipsing the night You bring peace Amidst the tempest’s wake I must relent As my body shivers and shakes Your call, like birdsong Clear to my ears I hold fast Knowing all of my fears Subside Once I open Tear stained eyes And realize You are Here. 10/02/25 clc “The Lord is near to all who call upon Him, To all who call upon Him in truth.” Psalms 145:18 NASB1995 ““Yet even now,” declares the Lord, “Return to Me with all your heart, And with fasting, weeping and mourning; And rend your heart and not your garments.” Now return to the Lord your God, For He is gracious and compassionate, Slow to anger, abounding in lovingkindness And relenting of evil.” Joel 2:12-13 NASB1995