If You did not my soul inflame,
If You did not fill lungs with breath,
If You did not my mind engage,
Sure, that would be my sorry death.
Without Your spirit, none can live,
E’en those who do not yet believe.
It’s by Your providence, I know,
There’s reason to rejoice, or grieve.
We cannot understand Your ways;
We grope about, sometimes in ruin.
Or graced, find better ways of life —
But death, the whys will then illumine.
Days in the doldrums —
No breath of air —
Heat hanging like limp hair.
Is this our fate?
To sit paralyzed by hate,
Unable to move?
Or will we let the Spirit’s breath,
Like freshening breeze,
Cool hearts oppressed by dread dis-ease,
And so bring deepening love?
How can we move
Without His power?
The darkest hour
Is brightened by
The Spirit’s power.
Breath of the Spirit,
Refreshment so deep.
‘Midst noonday heat.
Bright’ning the dark.
Lifting the lowly,
Without the Spirit,
There’s naught we can do.
Please fill us, dear Jesus;
Make hearts one with You.