Inhale. Warm sweet summer air.
A hand reaches up palms facing the heavens.
Head tilts up, eyes close.
Jesus, my Saviour.
You pick me up out of this grave.
Your life breaths into me.
Beautiful, beautiful is my image of you.
You are everything.
What my heart longs for.
What my heart aches for.
Fill me Jesus with your love forever.
I will run to you with arms open wide
Sun beaming, breaking through the clouds.
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