Today... 'The God Who Holds My Breath In His Hand' - Poem by Roy Allen
Although I fought for every breath
Jesus took away my fear of death.
There were times I felt I’d had enough.
Times when the going really got tough.
I’ve always felt His presence with me here
For I’m not alone and need not fear.
Spending valuable time with Him each day
has changed my life in every way.
I knew He was just one breath away
and looked forward to that wondrous day.
When Jesus would say, “Come home my dear.”
“It’s time for you to leave this earthly sphere.”
In this world nothing can ever compare
with His great love and His tender care.
And now He’s called, “My child come to me.”
“Come and live with me for eternity.”
Nothing was going to hold me back
my mortal body was just a shack.
I closed my eyes and drew my last breath
then walked with Jesus the Vale of death.
Thanks for reading this. I hope you’ll see
that a new life has begun for me.
There’s one last thing I would like to say
“Remember, God’s just one breath away.”
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Poet's Notes about The Poem
And you have lifted yourself up against the Lord of heaven. They have brought the vessels of His house before you, and you and your lords, your wives and your concubines, have drunk wine from them. And you have praised the gods of silver and gold, bronze and iron, wood and stone, which do not see or hear or know; and the God who holds your breath in His hand and owns all your ways, you have not glorified. (New King James Version)
The Bible calls You by many names
each one giving a glimpse of Your glory.
Like a cut diamond radiating in the sun
with every facet depicting a glorious
aspect of Your Divine Nature.
Today I have thought of You as
Today... 'The God who holds my breath in His hand'
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