My very breath
whispers your name,
cries out to you,
gives praise.
Yahweh,
Yahweh,
Yahweh.
My DNA dances
with the fingerprint
of your design,
ever engrained.
Yahweh,
Yahweh,
Yahweh.
Oh, Master Divine,
hear me,
know me,
love me.
Yahweh,
Yahweh,
Yahweh.
You alone are my light,
my salvation,
my joy.
I praise you.
Yahweh,
Yahweh,
Yahweh.
Oh, then sings my soul
with everlasting love,
pure joy,
and a thankful heart.
Yahweh,
Yahweh,
Yahweh.
© Leslie C Dobson
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