The Wind
Your love is a violent wind
Sweeping away my pain and sin
Your grace is a babbling brook
Soothing the chaos within my soul
You warm me when all I feel is cold
When my heart is frozen in dread and fear
Your consuming Spirit draws me near
“Hush My child, for you are Mine”
And like a tiny caterpillar
Released from its cocoon
I fly aloft on Your gentle breeze
I am free as a butterfly
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