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Inherit the wind? What an awesome thought, To think of such power doth leave me distraught. The wind is invisible; powerful, and rare; We cannot contain it; we just know it’s there.
We cannot control where it comes from or goes, And how strong it will blow is a fact no one knows. It can come in a second, and leave just as fast, It can linger for hours, or but seconds last.
It can blow from the north, with ice in its veins, Or shift to the south and bring warmth e’er it wanes; And one thing’s for sure, that before power it loses, It does not bow to man; it does what it chooses.
For it is a portrait, an image to see Of what God’s sweet Spirit’s intended to be. He comes into your life in answer to prayer, And though you can’t see Him, you know that He’s there.
Like the wind, He brings comfort, protection, and might; He steals into your life in the quiet of night, And gently, but powerfully, His message to send. Relax and hold on to the wings of the wind.
Oh, my dear friend, do you think God’s unfair? Because you can’t see Him, do you doubt that He’s there? Once and for all, your heart can stop aching; Inherit the wind – He is yours, for the taking.
Cry out to God, “Forgive all my sin! I open my heart, and beg you come in. Take what is mortal and make it divine, That when I see the wind, I may know You are mine.”
