With My Last Breath

Before my fingers became musically useless and my voice garbled, I was able to write and record this last year. My desire is that it will provide one Christian’s perspective on life and death. It was birthed out of reflections on the coming paralysis that ALS infuses into life. Many of you have heard it in other contexts. Feel free to pass it to anyone who may find it helpful or of interest. John

With My Last Breath

Well now, death has been hovering around my door.

Adam unlocked it, but I did much more.

The body is crumbling, but my spirit is strong,

He who has ears, come hear my song.

He who has ears, come hear my song.

Go ahead and crush me, break my legs and break my hands.

You’re the one with limited days, of that you understand.

Don’t forget there is a heel which will smash your wicked head.

Heaven will rejoice when Death is dead.

Squeeze your hand around my throat, take my voice away.

A song is more than words and notes, I will find a way.

Suffocation doesn’t stop the breath of God’s Word.

Your pitiful presence is mockingly absurd.

With my last breath, I will sing of God’s goodness.

With my last breath, I will tell of His mercies.

With my last breath, I believe beyond the grave, there is hope even in death,

With my last breath, I will sing of God’s goodness.

With my last breath, I will tell of His mercies.

With my last breath, I will speak before the King who gives life beyond our deaths,

With my last breath.

Fearfully and wonderfully I was made of Eden’s dirt.

To there I will return, but with no lasting hurt.

The kindness of God’s love is felt each wasting day.

Thanksgiving, praise, and hope is what I say.

Dear family,

Darkness is approaching, we must part a little while.

Our tears hold no bitterness, they will dry with a smile.

Make the most of your days, they really are not long.

Inside of you there lies your own song.

With my last breath, I will sing of God’s goodness.

With my last breath, I will tell of His mercies.

With my last breath, I believe beyond the grave, there is hope even in death,

With my last breath, I will sing of God’s goodness.

With my last breath, I will tell of His mercies.

With my last breath, I will speak before the King who gives life beyond our deaths,

With my last breath.

9 thoughts on “With My Last Breath

  1. What an overwhelming witness this is if God even on death’s door. I’m so thankful you wrote it, live it, & share with your brothers & sisters in Christ. I pray for you, thank God for you, & pray His strengthening, power, & delight in Him.

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  2. This song is inspired(breathed) by your love for God and it breathes life into its hearers. It has worked its way into my soul and given me life. Thank you, John!

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  3. John, you have been on our hearts and in our prayers ever since you left Visalia. Even more so since you began your journey with ALS. You have touched so many lives for Jesus as you modeled the walk of faith in our Savior. Your last breath song and blog were powerful. God Bless you, John. Much love in Christ,
    Ron & Dawn Goble

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  4. John
    Just lost my mom a few weeks ago and happened upon your post. Your words definitely touch a spot in my heart.
    Thank you
    And God Bless you.

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  5. John, I have a link to you singing this song on my desktop. I have listened to it several times during the weeks after my mom died. It helps put everything in perspective and gives me such great hope! We will listen to it again and again. Thank you so much. God bless you and your family!

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