The wind blows like God is walking by
The trees reach so high in the sky
As He gently runs His fingers through them
The green grass lays so fast and springs up again
Like His foot print was there then gone
The feeling He sent came and went
Along with the wind's movement
I want it to come back and never leave
The birds in the trees sing a Hallelujah melody
Full of praise and worship
God’s glory surrounding His love abounding
As the wind is gently howling
In one slow motion moment
God would invest without rest
This gift so freely given
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