Breathe here Great Wind of Heaven
Come quick to breathe in me
For I am gasping - going dry
For thee my Lord, for thee
Fall fresh like summer's rainstorm
Let your simple pleasure be
To whet these bones with appetite
For thee my Lord, for thee
In quiet places find you
In early mornings seek
To know and be known by you
For thee my Lord, for thee
Delight my soul in Jesus
That Truth which makes me free
So freely I'll give each breath
For thee my Lord, for thee
Breathe in and fill my senses
Induce your praise in me
Consume each respiration
For thee my Lord, for thee
