Gentle Spirit, hovering
Just above the surface
Of my soul's dark places,
Breathe new life
Into these dry bones.
Let me feel that life
Fluttering in my chest.
Show me those good works,
Prepared long before
The first sunrise,
The first gentle breeze,
My proper path,
The one I'm equipped to follow.
Enlighten that path for me
That I might walk in Christ's way,
Full of His true being,
Redeemed by His good sacrifice.
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