The gentle wind that blows and touches my ear is God whispering... I hear His voice calling my name and when I turn to peek, I see His glorious smile..."Child, you are My child, I will never leave you nor forsake you."
For my knowledge of God does not come from the wisdom of men but from the Spirit.
"My Lord and my God. Holy, Holy, Holy are You. Hosanna in the highest!"
And I urgently search for paper and pen to capture the piercing truth He has reminded me of.
Things of this world I may not fathom
What the future holds I do not know
My trust is in the Lord, and
My hope lies in Him alone
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