We can't stop the wind;

go ahead, ask your next of kin.

We can't stop the inevitable;

no reason to be irritable.

Good and bad happens to us all;

take heart, it doesn't mean a great fall.

A calm soul, a peaceful spirit;

much perseverance, with hardly any limit.

The Spirit blows where it wills;

favor for a lifetime, many thrills.

Set your mind on the things of the Spirit;

the wind of error, keep far from it.

A gentle breeze, a tornadic blow;

be under the wings of the pure shadow.

The airplane becomes airborne against the wind;

soar to the heights, your soul now determined.

We can't stop the wind;

only vanity we must rescind.

Do not follow just any wind of doctrine;

chase the pure wind, the one that's sovereign.