My nose recalls the first breath bestowed,

A gift of life, from His hands it flowed.

Each inhalation a divine refrain,

A constant reminder of Jehovah’s reign.

My eyes reveal more than mere sight,

They pierce the veil, discerning what’s right.

Jehovah’s gaze is steadfast and true,

He sees my soul, in all I do.

My ears are attuned to a voice so mild,

In the quiet, He calls, like a father to His child.

Through the clamor, His whispers persist,

Guiding my steps through life’s twist.

My lips, anointed to give voice to praise,

In worship and sorrow, His glory I raise.

Each word that escapes carries His light,

A testament to His endless might.

My hands, designed for purpose, they toil,

In service and care, through labor and soil.

Jehovah blesses the work I do,

Transforming effort into something true.

My feet carry me along the path He’s laid,

Though often uncertain, His steps never fade.

Each stride I take is by His grace,

In His direction, I find my place.

My heart is an open book He reads,

He knows my desires, my hopes, my needs.

In the depths of my being, He is aware,

Of every fear, every joy, every prayer.

My hair, counted in its every strand,

A sign of Jehovah’s watchful hand.

In its length and form, He’s made me whole,

Each part of me reflects His role.

My back, strengthened by His hand divine,

Supports the burdens, makes the struggle mine.

Though weary, I stand through His power,

Jehovah renews me in every hour.

My breath, the gift of life sustained,

In every exhale, His love is proclaimed.

Through His mercy, I continue to live,

Jehovah’s care in each breath He gives.