Breathless

Here's a poem I found in an old notebook of mine. If my guess it right this was written in the summer of '05 when I was 17.

Breathless

Breathe on me O breath of God,

I long for your smell.

How long must I burn, my Lord,

in my sinful hell?

Apart from You and Your grace

nothing can I gain.

Only the constant slamming

of seizures in my brain.

As my lungs breathe their last

slowly death I feel,

And reaching out with my dying fingers

I make one last appeal:

"Breathe on me O Breath of Life,

how I long for Its scent!

If only my own imperfection

I could somehow prevent.

If I was perfect

anything I could subdue,

But Lord I am lacking,

I cannot even breathe without You.

Inflate my lungs, my Savior,

With Your Breath of Strength,

And after I exhale again

I need more breath after short length.

Breathe on me, my Father.

Exhale Your Breath of Will.

Breathe on me Your silence

and help me to be still.

Search my heart, my Lover.

Strike down my defenses.

It is such a joy to know

without You I am breathless.