Like the air I breath;
I cannot live without Him.
The moment I no longer believe,
or start to doubt Him;
that is when,
I begin to grow weak.
My eyes are no longer open,
and the world,
starts to look bleak.
The Lord is my shepherd,
my rock, and my air.
I need Him always,
and everywhere.
I need Him always,
to survive.
He is what,
keeps me alive.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I hope you like this piece. My wife, Butterfly Crown, recently wrote a poem with a similar title called, 'Breathing God'. I thought that I might capitalize on it. The Lord is my air. I am dead without Him. Persistence is key
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Comments3
Good write Dion.
Great message to all!!!
This is a great addition to mine my love,thank you so much for adding on,I love you so much Dion,
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