God's Breath

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GOD’S BREATH

Breathe on me, Thou Breath of God,

Though not with all Your might,

For when Your Spirit burns through me;

He cleans out all not right.

 

And though to be like You, oh Lord,

Is now my heart’s desire,

I know that I am fleshly too,

And fearful of Your fire.

 

So take me gently by the hand,

Show me what I must see;

The things that must be driven out,

That I might grow like Thee.

© 15/6/97