Every breath I will sing.

 Every Breath I Will Sing

From the waking sigh to the stillness of deep sleep,

A vow my soul must make,a promise I will keep.

Not just in chapel halls or when the sun is bright,

But in the weary watches of the longest night.

Every breath I will sing.

Let the rhythm of my lungs become a constant praise,

A ceaseless conversation through the changing days.

Let the inhale be wonder,the exhale a release,

A hymn without a ending,an unyielding peace.

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. (Psalm 150:6)

When joy arrives unbidden, a flood of golden sound,

My song will be a trumpet,on holy ground.

And when the tune is mournful,a minor, trembling key,

My breath will trust the Composer of what I cannot see.

I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips. (Psalm 34:1)

For You have given me this breath—a borrowed, sacred art.

So I will give it back to You,the worship of my heart.

With every gasp for air,a “Thank You,” a “You’re good,”

A declaration understood by heaven as it should.

And when my final breath prepares to leave this frame,

Let it not be a whimper,but a echo of Your name.

A seamless passing from a song on earth below

To the everlasting chorus where perfected praises flow.

For You alone are worthy. You are the Song, the Source.

The unending melody,the gravitational force

That pulls my breath from silence into a praising thing.

My Jesus, my Saviour, with every breath I’ll sing.

Amen.