Borrowed Breath

The Spirit of the living God 
Is like the current of a stream, 
Transporting us within its banks, 
Sometimes raging, sometimes serene. 
His leading and guiding hand 
Can at times feel out of control; 
Yet we know He is moving us 
To a place that is best for our soul. 
Sometimes He conducts us to a pool 
Where trees overhead provide shade, 
And the calm overtakes our spirit, 
As the fears of the rapids fade. 
Then He guides us back into the current, 
And it gradually propels us along 
To stretches of stream strewn with rocks 
Where the force is fierce and strong. 
And we are bounced around like driftwood, 
Barely able to stay afloat, 
But He keeps us aloft and alive, 
With a care only God can devote. 
And as the stream moves us along, 
Each day anew we learn to trust 
In this living and leading God 
Who is faithful and true and just. 
So whether calm or rushing rapids, 
Know you are kept in His grace, 
The water you are submerged in 
Is actually His loving embrace.