Wherever the wind blows
that’s where I want to go
As it blows through the Trees
The Saints of God move mightily
The Holy Spirit, oh He knows
those the Father’s called and chose
And He won’t rest until He’s seen
The fulfilment of all the Father’s dreams
We are lights in a dark land
We are as Jesus to our fellow man
Jesus is the fullness of the Godhead bodily
And as He is, so are we
Together we represent Him, completely
(we, not I, have the Mind of Christ)




Joh:3:8
Col:2:9
1 Joh:3:2
1 Cor:2:16