Every breath I take
is known by my Lord,
each and every sigh
will never be ignored.
Every sunrise that I see
is gifted by His grace,
each moment mine to treasure
for with God, I have a place.
Every tear collected
held in love's embrace,
each failure that is mine
becoming His disgrace.
Every scarlet drop of blood
was shed to set me free,
each nail hammered by my sin
on Him, placed my debris.
Every prayer is answered
wait to see what God does next,
each wound carried not alone
not just healed by easy steps.
Every breath should be my praise
to the living breathing God,
each action now submitted
pursuing the path Jesus trod.
1 Peter 2:24 ...And He Himself bore our sins on His body on the tree.