Chasing the direction of the wind
Where the wind blows, His presence He sends
Most grasping with blind eyes
His presence in disguise, yet within reach
To a heart that opens and seeks
Like a window open to the sweetness of a breeze
The fresh air that we breathe
Has a beauty within her
A power to discover, holding life in her hands
The power to maintain life, the power to heal
Anoint, A fountain of joy
Where the wind turns to water and water to air
It carries a person longing to declare, His majesty
Three in one is He, Holy and divine
He is one of a kind
This mystery, some see as odd
The presence of God
FULL OF ROSES INSPIRATIONALS 