I wrote this poem while sitting by a lake on a windy fall day a couple weeks ago…
Oh mighty winds,
Where the breath of God doth flow.
Speak in the whirlwind, Father
Where my fear of you can grow.
Make the trees to clap in praise
And cause the ripple on the waves
To show your Mighty Presence
As I feel you against my face.
When the winds come
And crash against me
May they throw me against the arms that free
For the wind is where His glory seen
Causes my heart
To beat and dream
For the place His voice can be clearly heard
And no longer needs the flight of birds
To show just how His breathe sustains
All creatures of our God and King.
Lift up those downcast eyes
And as the wind blows against you
Hold your arms open wide
Never forget the day the wind blew.