December 08, 2010

The Wind

The wind comes and set me free,
Showing me what I can truely be.
Whispering secrets in my ear,
Soft enough where only I can hear.
It tells the truth, it always has,
It hints your future and reminds you of the past.
It touches your face with a soft brush,
Telling you quietly for you to hush.
So listen carefully next time it's here,
Because it's God whispering in your ear.

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