When You are within,
                                 You breath life into me.
                              Allowing Your breath to move me,
                              Oh to sing and glorify Your name.
         You King above kings has lifted the cloud that hung above.
  You allowed the rain to fall upon the wilting crop allowing it to flourish.
          Still only the beginning of a mighty tree, I need to lean upon You.
Need to be protected and shielded from the weeds that grow amongst me.
                               Weeds that suffocate the joy,
  Weeds absorbing the nourishment that you have spread around me.
But you are my gardener, pruning, clearing and supporting the little life that is growing.
                                         Thank You Abba.