Anonymous - Nov. 25, 2020

“Bless the Lord, O my soul!…You are clothed with honor and majesty…[He] walks on the wings of the wind” (Psalm 104:1, 3).


What gives this body life? What makes it to move or to speak?
What separates it from the dead, from corpses that doth reek?
Is it not the breath in my lungs? The life that rises in my chest?
So what is the breath of my soul, what is the answer to that test?

I was driven like a wave, to and fro I chased every whim and desire;
Like chaff winnowed in a breeze, I chased worthlessness until my soul did tire.
I was but dead bones, dried out by vain attempts to take a fitful gasp;
As if I were beating the air, my hands failed to take life in their grasp.
My heart resided in the house of the prince of the air, a house of putrid decay;
But what is his power compared to the King of Heaven, who rescues all from dismay?

In the beginning, the earth was void and still, like an orb of cold stagnation.
Then Your Spirit moved across the waters, and filled it with animation.
So Your breath fills me up, gives me life, and makes my soul respire.
Your Holy Spirit fuels my heart, by it every breath I inspire. 
Though I struggle, and face many painful toils, snares, and stings,
My God will lift me up, and make me to soar on eagle’s wings.

You blew down the walls of my pride, the house I so carefully erected,
To fill me up, even though I was a broken vessel so dejected.
Where can I find this precious breath? This Spirit which renews me with vitality?
Is it not in Your Word, my redeemer? From which You teach truth and reality?
Who can hold back this force, this power Which brings life to the nations across the world?
It’s like holding back a hurricane, or Euroclydon, in a sail left unfurled.

Who can understand the ways of the Lord, by skill or by happenstance?
It’s like predicting the wind, without seeing the leaves it makes to dance.
Like a mighty whirlwind He shakes the earth, and makes its dust to fly;
A cyclone by which He catches me up, taking my soul up high.
He will gather His children swiftly, racing to the corners of the earth.
Praise the Lord, our redeemer, who heals our spirits and gives us second birth!


“You hide Your face, they are troubled; You take away their breath, they die and return to their dust. You send forth Your Spirit, they are created; and You renew the face of the earth” (Psalm 104:29-30).