Oh, wind, I will speak of you
Perhaps I'll write a page or two
And yet your essence will remain
A mystery I can't explain.
Elusive wind....
My aged, wise friend
How often I have felt your touch
But never has it meant so much
Or never have I really sought
To gather each intriguing thought
Concerning you
In words that rhyme
That rise and fall in swinging time.
Alone upon the hill one day
I wept and prayed an hour away,
You soothed me with a symphony
A swishing swaying melody
Through the oak so grand and strong
You calmed my spirit with your song.
Oh, tenderhearted, gentle wind,
It seems you knew I missed my friend
The day I gazed out at the trees,
You kissed my teardrops with a breeze
As if to say you understood
My heartache like no other could.
Some flat souled tongue might taunt and say
"You worship wind to talk that way."
My reply to you my friend,
Do you not know who formed the wind?
Don't you believe it's in His hand
To move the wind at this command?
The wind created by his will
Moves at his direction still
And man, though baffled at its force
Must yet admit its Holy Source.
I feel my Father's tender care
In winds that caress my hair!
How often when oppressed I'd be
I'd climb up on the hill and see
All nature move at his command
True freedom there I'd understand
The wind whispered peace those days
And filled my soul with joy and praise!
Oh, wind, so faithfully you do
Each task the Lord appoint you to,
Man is the selfish renegade
Of all our Lord and Savior made.
I hate men's mansions, pomp, and pride,
I'd much prefer to dwell outside,
Where wind and trees and skies above
Echo forth God's grace and love.
Perhaps I'll write a page or two
And yet your essence will remain
A mystery I can't explain.
Elusive wind....
My aged, wise friend
How often I have felt your touch
But never has it meant so much
Or never have I really sought
To gather each intriguing thought
Concerning you
In words that rhyme
That rise and fall in swinging time.
Alone upon the hill one day
I wept and prayed an hour away,
You soothed me with a symphony
A swishing swaying melody
Through the oak so grand and strong
You calmed my spirit with your song.
Oh, tenderhearted, gentle wind,
It seems you knew I missed my friend
The day I gazed out at the trees,
You kissed my teardrops with a breeze
As if to say you understood
My heartache like no other could.
Some flat souled tongue might taunt and say
"You worship wind to talk that way."
My reply to you my friend,
Do you not know who formed the wind?
Don't you believe it's in His hand
To move the wind at this command?
The wind created by his will
Moves at his direction still
And man, though baffled at its force
Must yet admit its Holy Source.
I feel my Father's tender care
In winds that caress my hair!
How often when oppressed I'd be
I'd climb up on the hill and see
All nature move at his command
True freedom there I'd understand
The wind whispered peace those days
And filled my soul with joy and praise!
Oh, wind, so faithfully you do
Each task the Lord appoint you to,
Man is the selfish renegade
Of all our Lord and Savior made.
I hate men's mansions, pomp, and pride,
I'd much prefer to dwell outside,
Where wind and trees and skies above
Echo forth God's grace and love.
