Phusebox

A poem, you might care, OR SHOULD, read.. haha

February 01 2006

Hope whoever cares to read likes....

Breathe in,
and take Him in.
Exhale, and let Him be,
Something more to you and me,
Than just a theory, or a thought,
But the Creator of everything.
Inhale, and know He's there.
Exhale, and give a stare,
To the countless stars in Heavens realm,
Of a God sitting at the healm
Of all that exists past the skies of blue,
Down to someone as insignificant as me and you.
Breathe.
He's there,
From the beginning of substance to the end of no where
Unto all the world and to all mankind
His throne that reigns beyond all time.
And breathe, let the air flow through
Your heart and lungs, your spirit too.
Breathe,
It's simple.
His air, His truth, His life, His love.
His power, His creation, His arm from above
Do you see it?
Can you breathe it?
Will you believe it?
And will you mean it?
His arms stretch across eternity
And grasp things beyond concept
His truth reaches deeper than the cosmos,
His infinince can not be met.
There's nothing that ever was or is
That His finger did not create,
And all I want every day is to sit back
And meditate
On Him that is, was, and is to come
The one to whom all will succumb
Who's power stretches beyond all match
With a presence that permeates down to that
Which holds everything in every day
And for which I can only manage to say:

Breathe,
And take Him in.