The Lungs Call My Name

If I could choose a body part to be

The lungs would call, or breathe at least, my name

They aren't the most important part to me

For hearts or brains deserve to have the fame

A heart it pumps and makes the body move

Without its strength no human could survive

The brain's our mark from creatures up above

Uniquely made reflecting God's own mind

Yet lungs, like mirrors, reflect the functions of

The heart and mind in scientific frames:

O2's the gift addressed as bloods choice love

If blood is God and chemical's my name

They aren't the most important part to me

For hearts or brains deserve to have the fame

If I could choose a body part to be

The lungs would call, or breathe at least, my name.