POETRY - BREATHE

When Noah’s bar excites my taste
And my cup runneth over, to waste
When the desires of the world intoxicates
And this crimson heart reminds me I’m not chaste
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Abraham’s faith becomes my scorn
And pressures get me unneeded prizes I can’t return
When uncertainties rage and storm
And the demands to deceive make me feel like a worm
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Joseph’s brothers sell me out
And my master desires my mouth
When labour like prisons shuts me out
And hope like rivers toss me about
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Moses’ staff in my palm gets heavy
And every limb in me complains; get weighty
When my mistakes feel designed already
And my Mt. Sinai makes me feel lazy
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Samson’s strength eludes my arm
And the dark lords chase in swarms
When I’m spent, blind & have lost my charm
And I can’t find my place in the vineyard, your farm
Breathe Lord…breathe
When David’s woes beset me
And addulam feels comfortable, yet mean
When all joy depresses me
And wrong choices become my meals
Breathe Lord…Breathe
When Solomon’s quest lures me to idolatry
And my carnality bathes in adultery
When my followers go astray due to adulatory
And I have no chance to erase my sins, no purgatory
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Elijah’s loneliness crosses my path
And the jezebels of life seek my hide, my back
When my hopes, my brooks, become dry and parched
And there are no meals, not even barks
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Daniel’s feet take me to strange lands
And dark mysteries I need to understand
When the world says I can’t play in your band
And my mates hate & tie my hands
Breathe Lord… breathe
When Jeremiah’s pains feel like mine
And words of salvation become lead mines
When the gospel feels like a crime
And evangelism becomes the world’s grime
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Peter’s lies crease my lips
And my guilts & nightmares won’t let me sleep
When for want of comfort, I fall, I slip
And I want so bad to reverse time, I weep
Breathe Lord… breathe
When Judas’ thoughts walk me to the noose
And I get carnal; a spiritual snooze
When all I perceive be death’s reeking ooze
And my sense of forgiveness I lose
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Mary’s tears wet my eyes
And the motherhood within me exhausts its cry
When the only flesh I have, on the cross lies
And like smoke, my spirit ascends the sky
Breathe Lord…breathe
When Jesus’ cross crash my knees
And my back hurts from the stripes and bleeds
When the weight of the world breaks me like a reed
And just one more drink I need
Breathe Lord…breathe
When church reminds me of Sodom
And the living word elicits boredom
When prayer becomes a burden
And for miracles I go a whoredom
Breathe Lord…breathe
Just one more breath Lord…Breathe!