Whispering Winds

The whispering winds, how they talk to me

 

of men and women how could that be?

 

I feel the winds upon my face,

 

gracefully lifting me about this place.

 

I hear the flute, the harp and the waves,

 

as the whispering winds take the stage.

 

 

 

I think of men, women and children too,

 

I pray the wind guides them through.

 

Whispering shadows of winds delight,

 

on the wings of prayer I pray tonight.

 

I raise my head to the sky above,

 

and thank my dear  Lord  for all His love.

 

I wish I could bottle all of my heart,

 

to pray with you,  when the winds depart.

 

The whispering winds, how they talk to me,

 

and how I pray,  Lord watch over thee.

Feel  the winds that swirl around.
For what you may receive, and may have found.

 

Or in that mighty gust of wind,

 

You will find yourself,  a way to mend.

 

The whispering winds will soon still the air,

 

And shall leave you still standing there.