A Psalm of The Traveler Winds of His Spirit When the winds of His Spirit, are blowing across the land. I can feel the presence of His hand. As I travel through the land. From the rising of the sun, His love fills my soul. In the heat of the noon day sun, the water of His Spirit quenches my soul. When the day is done, I give Him thanks for the day. As I lay down to sleep, I praise Him for the love He gave me today. His angels guard me in my sleep. His voice wakes me at the new days dawn. The call of His Spirit is strong. To my soul like the morning dove’s song. As I partake of my daily bread. I rejoice in the words I have read. They fill my spirit for the day. As I travel on my way. The voice of His Spirit calls. To the lost and broken hearted. I tell them of His great love. And all He has done for me. Friends with out number. Across this great land. As I tell of His love in my heart. By His grace I will live, to share His love to the very end. By The Traveler 5/16/2006 |
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