THE FIRST BREATH Before you learned any word... Before you knew your mother's face... Before you took your first step of faith... Before you made your first mistake... There was a moment everyone take. A single moment without a break. When the world stood still. And you took your first breath to chill. --- Nobody remember. Not the doctors. Not your mother. Even you had to surrender. But heaven remember. Because in that moment... life entered your lungs so potent. And a story began. --- I once heard an old preacher say... that every newborn child forming like clay speaks the Name of God in a awesome way Not with words. Not with understanding. But with a breath landing. --- The first cry... The first gasp... The first sound a baby makes. YAH... --- And one day... Far far away... after the laughter. After the tears. After the victories. After the scars. After the love. After the goodbyes. There will come another moment. --- A quiet moment. A final moment. When you draw your last breath. Waiting on death. WEH... --- And maybe... just maybe... from the first breath to the last breath... God was never far. --- Maybe every breath was a reminder to be kinder. Maybe every sunrise was another gift. Maybe every heartbeat was heaven whispering... "I am still here." "I AM WHO I AM" --- Because before anybody knew your name... He knew it without shame. Before anybody loved you... He loved you more. Before anybody prayed for you... He already craved for you. --- From the first breath... to the last breath... From the cradle... to the grave... From the beginning... to the end... The story was never really about us my friend. It was always about grace and your special place --- And if that old preacher was right... Then every life begins and ends speaking the Name that was there before you came. YAHWEH... YAHWEH... Pinoks Vibes. Songs for the bruised, not the perfect.
