Borrowed Breath

Etched deeply into my heart of stone,

A love that cannot be erased,

Though sin may mar and deface,

Your mercy will still atone,

Your mercy will still atone.

Implanted in my heart’s tilled earth,

A divine fruit-bearing seed,

To supplant the native weed,

And bring a harvest of rebirth,

And bring a harvest of rebirth.

Birthed into my slumbering soul,

New life-breath will revive,

Awakened, astir and alive,

Pulling me from the depths of Sheol,

Pulling me from the depths of Sheol.

Singing into my tone-deaf spirit,

A love song, pure and sweet,

My mute tongue strains to repeat,

As my listening ear can hear it,

As my listening ear can hear it.

Only your Spirit, Almighty God,

Can usher in these changes,

And as He rearranges,

He strips away my façade.

I’m finally free of my façade.