Breathe on Me, Breath of God.

I’ve been thinking about an old worship song the past few days: “Breathe on Me, Breath of God.” Full lyrics at end of this blog. Each of us, every human life, is made from two things: the dust of the earth and the breath of God. One we can see, the other we can’t. One moves and flows and lives, the other doesn’t. We can seek truth in either direction, or both. We can learn a lot from studying the dust of the earth, the things we can see. But it all ultimately turns back to dust. The breath of God, on the other hand, never dies. It formed the dust, and the stars, sun and moon, earth and oceans and forests and deserts and mountains, as God breathed out words: “Let there be…,” following it all up with “It is good,” and when he was finished, with “It is very good.” We can live forever with God, but only by seeking that breath, the words in it, the silence of it, the heart and mind and love behind it. Or we can choose to return to dust and pretend that’s all there is. I choose to say, every day: Breath of God, breathe on me. Let me know you. Speak your mysteries and your truth to me. Breath of God, breathe on me. A Vineyard song, I think by Randy Butler and Daphne Rademaker. Lyrics, as I remember them: Breathe on me, breath of God, my spirit yearns for you. Father, draw me into your heart, Fill up my longing soul. Flood over me like a river, my God. Immerse me in your living stream. Awaken the song that you’ve placed in my heart. Spirit, breathe on me! Breathe on me, breath of God, burn bright, eternal fire. Hide me in your sheltering arms. You are my one desire. Flood over me…