A gentle winds first comes, a soothing lullaby
to caress my weary cheek as I in slumber lie.
It tells me not to be afraid, that I can freely rest
For God is my Father and He knows what is best.
A stronger winds now blows, it knocks me to my knees.
All the earth trembles, it shakes the strongest trees.
It reminds me that God loves me, though chastened I may be.
It can only work for good if I endure patiently
I’ve learned to love these winds; they teach me to bare my cross
Uncovering my sins and purging away the dross.
I could not do without them and this my Savior knows,
So He Himself continues the soft, reproachful blows.
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1 comment:
I remember first seeing this poem!
L, Cailan
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