This is a poem that I wrote for the Church weekend away with Biggleswade Baptist Church. Deep breath. In, out and up.
Chris Duffett © 2010
If I just stop. Wait. Stop. Wait. Think. And breath.
Deep breath in, and long breath out and all hubbub leave,
Now, if I just stop, and breath and take a mo,
Take stock, shock my jumbled mind and say business get lost, go,
Then what will I hear, who is it, that my breath is tenderly caught,
That makes me sigh with relief, as peace is dove like brought.
If I just stop. Wait. Stop. Wait. Think. And breath.
Deep breath in, and long breath out and all nonsense push off, leave,
Make space, clear the decks of crap that clings,
Hear the voice of the One who rejoices and sings,
Over me, calming me, soothing me lullaby
Causing me, to shift my eyes to the morning star on high
If I just stop. Wait. Stop. Wait. Think. And breath.
Deep breath in, and long breath out and all insecurities just leave,
Then I see, where I truly have been heavenly seated placed,
Royal, commissioned, ambassador status upon my head graced,
Then I look out and see my task, achievable, adventurous, hand in hand,
Then, why should I, would I, could I breathless fret, when every breath is planned.
Great poem… Just that sometimes I think you mean breathe (the verb), not breath, the noun! Isn’t it great to have teachers around!
doh! Thanks Mike… not the first time my spelling and grammer has been shacked! I mean shock, I mean shocking.