The Wind

The trees belong to Earth,
the land is ruled by man,
the only thing that we can't catch,
is the rush from God's hand.

When someone walks away in hurt,
the wind flows in and gently cools his head,
When someone has just passed away,
the wind emerges to show that it's okay.

Everywhere in this likely circle,
many people are thrown into hurdles,

and in only God's might,
the fierce wind against you is telling you to fight.

When we walk upon the halls of life,
God lifts us with the freshest breeze.

easing all anxiety,
and letting go of reality.

The wind is a present we all share,
the kiss of air that shows God's care.

Bestowing us with this lovely gift,
Smiling and feeling with just one breath.

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>> Little Mary <<