Walking With the Wind

by Michael C. Shivar


I walk with the wind
And the trees wave to me
And the sun is smiling on me
The ocean beckons me with waves
To be free, to be free
From all my worries
It welcomes my problems
I cast them into the torrid sea and pray
“Lord, you got to help me, I’m all alone
There’s no one here to love me
No one left to help me on
No one there to trust my gentle hand
No relief from my sin”
There’s no where for me to go
I can’t tell anyone my problems
I can’t lift the damage done
They’ll just talk about me sometimes
And martyr me when they are done
Your Word tells me “Forgive them”
I don’t know if I can right now
You say “There is no greater loved displayed
And just do it anyhow”
But I can still remember their names
And the wrong that they have done
And I know I can’t forgive them
Without the help from God’s own Son
Jesus, Jesus, forgive every single one
And let me come undone
So in the end You have won

"Why did he write that ?!?!?"

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