When I see your Mighty Miracle, I struggle to breathe.
I become Breathless, anytime I see anything of you.
For to see you, the one whom heal the Blind here.
The very same one whom has raise the dead here too.
So yes you make me Breathless, you are Perfect.
Everything that I a lowly man owns come straight from you.
So yes I am your Servant, for I see you in everything.
You whom feed over five thousand people here on the earth.
So yes I am Breathless when I see you in everything here.