God save my chuckling soul
Weak as paper fluttering in cold air
Thin
God save my soul
My sigh and gasping way
Please grasp my joy
My soul, my joy
God save my laugh
If laughter rise to thee
Laugh weak but long
Laugh strong, my song
God save my laughter
Protect my thankful soul
Redeemed, I often pray to be
Protected, I only hope in thee
My desperate hours
When quiet settles, and the events of note are through
Those lonely breaths when there are only dishes left to do
My fearful thoughts
When my habit is to pray, in a way, to me
Don’t abandon me, as I would if I were you
Save my child heart
As only heroes do
God take my soul
My feet, my dream, my me
God save my song
Where e’er it be
-Originally Written 1/7/18
The Favoring Wind 