Forceful hurricanes pushing waves, threatening the mighty ships.

A tiny breeze brings dandelion seeds, between our finger tips.

Watching the clouds go rolling by, across the open sky.

Soaring birds, not moving their wings, air holding them as they glide.

Tornadoes flowing across the plains, tearing down buildings and trees.

Sitting in shade on a sunny day, hoping for a little breeze.

Wind can bring electrical power or water from the ground.

Sometimes there’s power with roaring noise, at times it’s hardly a sound.

What else in the world has such power and we can’t really see?

Moving and reaching all around us, what could that ever be?

Unless you see or feel the effects, we hardly know it’s there.

And until it helps or hurts our life, we rarely ever care.

The Holy Spirit is like the wind, in oh so many ways.

With power and strength to pierce the dark, bringing light to help us say.

The words to open hearts of stone and turn them into clay.

Then molding them into vessels, that live for Christ each day.

Quietly entering open minds and helping eyes to see.

Stirring Thousands of believers. To be baptized in the sea.

Using loving arms to comfort, all those who suffer loss.

Bringing the burdened to their knees, to bow before the cross.

He’s our power, guide and comforter, who whispers to our hearts.

And lives inside our very soul and has been from the start.

Of our relationship with Christ, who challenges us to be.

A loving witness to our world, so they have the eyes to see.