The Breeze

It was a warm summerís day.

I was enjoying the view.

The warmth of the sun on my face,

Under a sky of white and baby blue.

A gentle wind brushed across my face.

A sweet and comforting breeze.

And I knew at that very moment,

That He was breathing on me.

Breathe on me, Dear Jesus.

Breathe Your very being into my soul.

Fill me with Your love and completeness

For only You can make me whole.

I close my eyes and inhale,

The sweetness of His breeze.

I feel the touch of His hand,

As He is breathing down on me.

Breathe on me, Dear Jesus.

Breathe Your very being into my soul.

Fill me with Your love and completeness.

For only you can make me whole.

For times when the winds are calm.

And the breeze has gone away.

I will always feel Your breeze,

Every time I kneel and pray.

Breathe on me, Dear Jesus.

Breathe Your very being into my soul.

Fill me with Your love and completeness.

For only you can make me whole

By: K. Ricks

4/10/2008