The Air We Breathe

When I breathe really deep
I know that it's there,
I know that my lungs
Have been filled with air.
 
When I sleep I just trust
It not to run out,
Although I can't see it
I still have no doubt.
 
Now God is like air,
You don't see to believe,
You just know He's there
And He'll never leave!
 
©Nathaniel Ian Campbell 11/02/2001