We’re saved by grace and all is well
We think we have it made
Till life becomes a living hell
When wealth begins to fade

We sit around still playing fools
Not as the chosen few
We break both God and nature’s rules
Seeking for something new

Yet all we do we seem to fail
Confused, much plagued with doubt
We stumble, fall, we land in jail
And find there’s no way out

So lost and bound we shake our head
We find it hard to pray
We join once more the walking dead
Like docile sheep astray

No longer do we feel God’s Son
His grace, His love, His hand
From heart and soul The Wind has gone
And silence haunts the land

We think our deeds will God suffice
We go to church and pray
But fail our lives to sacrifice
And walk God’s chosen Way

The Wind’s not gone but only still
It’s we; who close the door
Yet when we do The Father’s will
Grace rules just as before

It’s good and right to feel God’s rod
Especially when we thirst
It’s God its God it’s always God
It’s God we must put first.....