I saw the breeze

moving gently through the trees

and it reminded me 

of Your presence  -  moving gently 

but a gentle breeze 

can also blow so hard

nothing of man can remain 

And so, my sweet, gentle Holy Spirit, 

I ask you in Jesus name -

blow upon me, blow in me so hard,

that in this wayward bard

nothing of man remains,

and all that I've chosen

that's put me in chains

will be blown away

far away

by the love of my Father's Spirit 

sharing His will and His ways -

come to my heart to stay.....