I have learned the secret of contentment
Is to breathe You out and breathe You in again
There's nowhere I can go outside Your presence
Forgive me for how often I forget

If you ask the lilies or the sparrows
If they doubt who watched over them
I bet they cry out without hesitation,
"Jireh comes through time and time again."

I have learned the secret of contentment
Is to breathe You out and breathe You in again
There's nowhere I can go outside Your presence
Forgive me for how often I forget

If you as the rocks why they are singing
Or why they rumble in a mighty roar
It's in the very fabric of their being
To lead us all in worshiping the Lord

I have learned the secret of contentment
Is to breathe You out and breathe You in again
There's nowhere I can go outside Your presence
Forgive me for how often I forget

If you as they mountains why they're moving
Why seas are calm and storm winds cease to blow
You need not look for greater, grander reason
Thank simply that their Maker told them so

I have learned the secret of contentment
Is to breathe You out and breathe You in again
There's nowhere I can go outside Your presence
Forgive me for how often I forget
How often I forget.
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When I am broken
With nothing left
When fear and heartbreak
Steal my breath
When what's unspoken
Wraps 'round my voice
And words themselves
Run from the noise
Then all that's left
Is but one thing
When all words fail
The soul must sing.

In catching breathes
In wailing sobs
In torrent waves
In gentle bobs
In flowing praise
In flooding pain
My soul will sing
Of your Good Name.
For nothing left
Have I to give
Yet in my darkness
You shall live.

And all around
From underneath
The ground erodes
Beneath my feet
And all around
The panics rage
The screaming winds
The sudden waves
But then my ears
Which often fail
Hear you sing back
Through storm and gale.
"Peace- my child. Be still."
|b.g.|

I wish I could make you feel all I smell and see
When the sun shines through the tall grass in a Southern Maryland breeze
When field flies hover in the golden, fading sunset, suspended in their wandering
When crickets and croakers sing their evening songs, humming along to the universal sound
When twilight fades to startlight where city lights fade to black
When love is planted and pruned in rolling rows of farmland
When new seeds sprout of a life worth falling and staying in love with
When the pages of history are not simply learned, but lived
When a small boat's sail first fully fills with a westward wind and leaves the dock in it's wake
When children come in from play to mothers and fathers, smelling sweet of sweat and sunshine
When sand, soil, shells, and stones pave paths for the bold and barefoot
When brackish water breezes stick to skin like kisses and tans and waves on the shoreline
When Spring fades into Summer, and early May silently yet steadily stretches in her seasonal tension of the in-between
I wish I could make you feel this.
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