Breathe on me Breath of God

 

 

The four winds of heaven blow through my soul

Fanning sparks into a roaring fire within my bones

No strange fire is on this altar but the one that you have  required

The burning of a contrite heart - the broken spirit you desired

 

In His sanctuary Spirit breathe on me.

In your sanctuary here inside of me.

In your holy temple incense burns and flows so free

In your sanctuary deep inside of me.

 

Fires that purify the soul,  clean refiner’s fire

Burning all the wood and hay and stubble of desire

To fire the flames of God’s forge Forming swords into your plow

Til the ashes left within the hearth I wear upon my brow.

 

In His sanctuary Spirit breathe on me.

In your sanctuary here inside of me.

In your holy temple incense burns and flows so free

In your sanctuary deep inside of me.

 

Anthony Foster

 

June 17, 2002