Holy Wind

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HOLY WIND

Wind of this earth, rustling the trees,

Wind of Your Spirit, stirring in me,

Just as the trees, though they bend, do not break;

So You will not harm me, when changes You make.

When the wind rails, dead leaves blow away,

So in my life, dead works must not stay,

If I would grow, ever more like to You;

You must have freedom to do what You do.

I cannot contain You, nor put on the brake,

I dare not resist all the changes You make;

For I would be like You, and grow in Your love,

That men might be drawn, to our Father above.

Your love is so pure, and it’s given for free,

It awakens a wordless responding in me,

At times it just feels like my heart will explode;

This love You evoke’s, more than my heart can hold.

I think of the day, when I first saw the tree,

On which You poured out, Your life’s blood for me;

You showed me, you told me, You spoke Your love out;

Persuaded, convinced me, what You are about.

You drew me toward You, from out of my fear;

Exchanged light and love, for a world that was drear;

Awakened my spirit, that was sleeping within;

And watched me with love, as my trust did begin.

And daily You lead me, if I will be led

By Your Spirit’s prompting, not thoughts in my head;

Each day I am learning, to hear Your voice more,

To switch off the doubting, just trust and be sure.

© 23-24/9/98