VOICE IN THE WIND

Sometimes it passes gently,
A caressing of the trees,
I hear its soft reminder,
God’s power is in the breeze.

Soft touch against my cheek,
Blows lightly through my hair,
So gently passes by…
Don’t see that it is there.

Then I hear its wrath break loose,
And hear the fierce north wind blow,
Its anger resounding loud…
On its tail, I see the snow.

Like a woman giving birth,
I hear its mournful howling,
And I know that God is there…
The wind showing His scowling.

Quiet in the air is heard,
Its angry voice now silent,
And a lion lying down…
Is no longer violent.

The voice of God heard loudly,
Or as gentle as a lamb…
Heard in the sound of the wind…
The voice of the great I Am.