breath of God

Some giant being stood over my lifeless self.
I was not yet human, though formed.
His eyes searched for flaw, and finding none,
He breathed Himself into me and I rose, His.

This is how I picture it happening, 
like coming out of anesthesia,
but with no memory of Before.
Just Now, knowing I am created out of love
for who I was and could be, with His help.

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