The Whispering Wind
By Dorothy Etelamaki
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The Whispering Wind  I love to hear the wind as it whispers through the trees, The sound of cracking limbs and rustling leaves. I love to feel the touch of its gentle hand brushing my cheeks. At those times I feel alone with God. Just Jesus and Me. As a child I often walked through the woods With my Mom and Dad. Even though I was not alone, I felt alone. My heart was lonely and sad, My lovely parents were there by my side, But still, I had a strong yearning, For something more inside. Then those gentle breezes would whisper through the trees, Jesus would say softly, "Child, I love thee!" My spirit would rise, I felt joy I could not explain. I learned to take Jesus by the hand And trust in His sweet name. To me the whispering wind is the breath of God. His gentle Holy Spirit, so giving, so pure and so free. Whenever I feel His presence now, I bow my knee And whisper a prayer, " Oh whispering wind, Come thou and blow upon me. " |
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