His Breath

I’ve seen inside the factory of few and far between,
Buttons and knobs of plenty; noses and eyes of the people machine.

The human maker fashions and forms and counts the hairs on our head,
He knits together his batch of love and breaths in his life, just like he said.

Closed eyes, now open and can see their creator,
The perfect creation now exits the factory, God says “see you later.”

With a tear in his eye God knows of the heart and the mind,
Which one will be stronger, He whispers with words so kind.

Many things you’ll go through, things you’ll feel, hear, and see,
Hold on to that breath I gave you, and someday return to me.