Where Every Breath Belongs

Whether I rise like a storm

Or

Collapse beneath the weight of my own bones

I am the Lord’s.

Whether my voice thunders with faith

Or

Cracks under the pressure of doubt

I am the Lord’s.

He owns the breath in my lungs

The pulse in my wrist

The trembling in my chest

When the night tries to swallow me whole

If I live

Let my living roar His name

Through every wound I’ve carried

And

Every victory I’ve clawed my way toward

If I die

Let my dying fall like a final offering

A surrender into the hands

That have held me

When nothing else could

Every heartbeat

The fierce ones

The fractured ones

The ones that feel like war drums

And the ones that barely whisper

All of them belong to Him

I am the Lord’s.

In life

In death

In every breath in between