Come breathe, come breathe, come breathe
on me. . .
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This is my prayer to you tonight. No matter what happens from this point on, no matter what "flash point" or inspiration I receive, the big picture is. . .I need your sovereign hand moving. Your Spirit guiding, your breath of life breathing on me. Come breathe, come breathe on me. . .
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What a simple phrase. Testimony, Salvation, Freedom, Celebration.
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Come breathe, come breath on me. . .
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Come breathe, come breathe, Lord Jesus, come breathe on me. . .
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The gift of song has the power to move, inspire, "flash point," and reflect the spirit within. I feel like my journey through this life will always be marked by a song. A trail behind me will show glimpses of melodies fading through the air. "For I've been reborn," "There's faith to move a mountain in me. . .," So let my words be few," "Come breathe, come breathe on me." With "Hands in the air" and mouth open wide, I feel that my words will never be enough to tell you how I feel or express my soul within. But you have blessed this world with the gift of song. It moves me and tells my stories better than I could tell my own. And today's lesson? Come breathe, come breathe, come breathe on me. . . My life's story is in the movement of your breath. Hopes, dreams, peace, fulfillment, purpose. Come breathe, come breathe, Lord, come breathe on me!
shawanda
11:17 PM
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