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