I love the sound of the wind
Blowing swiftly through the trees.
The sounds of night are so drawing
They bring me to my knees.
And to feel the power the wind holds
Coming in from faraway seas;
Somehow connects the world as a whole
And it brings me to my knees.
I can hear my Lord talking to me
In a way that only He can do;
And I cry just like a newborn baby
Asking forgiveness for me and you.
©Copyright October 15, 2001 by Eileen Breedlove