My first breath from Spirit
breathed into me
opened my ears to hear it -
that your dying was your destiny,

Upon a cross, your promise made complete,
with my eyes, I see the magnificence of your Glory
not the sacrifice, but of the death that you did cheat.
so that we will never suffer, nor will do our inventory.

I feel Your Spirit, indwelling,
by every physical fiber,
My mind-thoughts ever swelling,
while my soul soars, as I scribe here.