In quiet winds and morning light,
The Spirit moves, both bold and bright.
A breath unseen, yet known so clear,
God’s holy presence drawing near.
He speaks in whispers to the soul,
A gentle fire that makes us whole.
He lifts the low, restores the weak,
And teaches hearts who humbly seek.
A counselor, a guiding flame,
He comes in Jesus’ precious name.
He stirs the heart with sacred peace,
And gives our striving spirit release.
He falls like rain on thirsty ground,
Where love and grace are richly found.
With tongues of fire and dove’s descent,
He shows us all the Father meant.
O Holy Spirit, breath divine,
Come dwell within this heart of mine.
Let every word and thought I bear
Be touched by Your eternal care.
So lead me on, where mercy flows,
Where truth ignites and wisdom grows.
I walk by faith, not by sight,
With You, O Spirit, my soul’s true light.
©heavenecho
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