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.