The wind is at my back now, pushes further on,
a whistling soft and easy, as breeze becomes my song.
The ground below, whether friend or a foe
is constant changing, so I’ll never know.
Errant path viewed as erroneous way,
the wind whispers whatever He would say:
Not a sparrow falls apart from Himself,
so blow the dust off the mind’s old bookshelf.
Wherever I go, His will will be true,
I just pray for grace in a sky turning blue;
mistakes will be made, but Love should not fail
for God is in all, and His will shall prevail.
And so we forgive, for He forgave first,
sending His Son to begin our rebirth.
Mercy desired, sacrifice cast off
yet how many “know,” and still dare to scoff?
I pray for forgiveness deep in my heart,
that I may be swift and as sure as a dart
to forgive those around me, moved by His love
understand why I’ve been called from above.
I pray for His wisdom, to know what to do
for this world is dying, and lest I should rue,
may He grant me discernment in speech every day.
I pray for the fear of Him, knowing His way.
The wind blows on, and the thoughts are all lost,
but Lord, I pray that I remember the Cross.