(Wyoming prairie)
Wind blows away
Here and there
Where it will
Rustles leaves
Whispers grass
And so am I
if I am walking
in the way
He's given me
I do not choose
I do not plan
I do not set the way
I simply go
Go gently
Go strongly
And maybe nobody ever knows
where I come from
where I'm going
Like the
wind blows.
"'The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.'" John 3:8