We are wandering wonderers
No righteousness left in us
Just echoes of kings and prophets
Who traded hope for dust

No songs hid in the silence
No fire neath the stones
This earth is dry and broken
And we are not our own

But then…
You…
Breathe.

Renewing, undoing
Every end I thought was mine

Then You…
Breathe.
And all that died inside
Begins to rise

We drank an empty chalice
Named graves as holy ground
Built altars to our aching
And called it faith somehow

But mercy walks in ashes
And finds me where I lay
I hear You in the silence
Still whispering my name

Then You…
Breathe.
Unmaking what was twisted
Unbreaking what I hid

Then You…
Breathe.
And the bones begin to rattle
And the tomb forgets and lives

You don't raise me to run —
You raise me to kneel.
You don’t fix the fracture —
You make it feel.
You don’t silence the storm —
You teach it to rage.
You don’t change in the making —
You make me to change.

But then…
You…
Breathe.

And I remember how
To live.