We are kept adrift, continuing
to hold to His strong hand...when
all our resilience seems
to have fled to some distant land...
yet, inexplicably, we still stand
...How?
His Wind Blows...
cool and restoring
from the four corners of celestial city
...it flows
and we are transfixed...for
from His hands...the gift of a new day
we behold
Our mere existence is miraculous
we are a wonder to many...
as our souls daily wallow
in His spiritual bath
of good and plenty
...How?
His Winds Blows...
lifting us out of defeat
ushering us along on billowy sheets...
we are kissed with Heaven's dew
and more astounded...than those that view
Despite the heaviness
of the enemy's probe...
despite the constant attack
of forces...that corrode...
despite all the opposition
that this cruel world can unload...
we are blessed...irregardless of the stress
...How?
His Wind Blows...
carrying Mercy and Grace
to its fullest extent...
and we are humbled by the magnitude
of His loving intent
We are none sinless
but we're each...His child
and it's His will that we tarry here
...for this little while
There is a reason...a purpose
for this 'tour'
thus...until He calls...we will endure
...How?
His Wind Blows...
in a thought...a word...or a song
reminding us of whom we belong...
a refreshing...so needed...so right
...bringing comfort and light
Ah, yes...we're pressing on in this battle
whether we're high or whether we're low
confident...that wherever we may go
His peace...will find us...for
His Wind...Blows
Ps 147:18, Ps 138:7
copyright;jmsbell-7/2008
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