THE BREATH OF GOD
Our breath can warm our hands when they are cold,
So numbed, that they an object could not hold,
When they are warmed, the blood can freely flow,
Quicken the pulse, and make the fingers glow
And when the fire is getting very low,
It soon revives when with our breath we blow;
Those dying embers, looking black and dead,
Burst into life, and glow with heat instead.
It is the same when God breathes on our heart,
Lifeless and cold it may be at the start,
His Spirit fans our little spark of love,
And makes it burn with ardour from above.
Both of these things I many years have known,
Often my hands were cold, just like a stone,
When picking sprouts, covered in ice and snow,
But they revived with a good hearty blow.
And when the fire reluctant was to burn,
Then, to its need I would attention turn;
The children said, when granddad gives a blow,
It quickly makes the roaring flames to go.
Today God’s Spirit on my heart has breathed,
The Comforter, whom Jesus has bequeathed,
Then my small spark of love burst into flame,
And I rejoiced in Jesus’ lovely name.