The WIND seems out of control
As I stand looking out to the sea.
Suddenly it stirs familiar strongholds
That were hidden deep inside of me.
The WIND picks up speed.
I’m frightened by its power!
Yet those strongholds are quickly scattered.
Giving me hope in my darkest hour.
The WIND continues to rage on
Splashing salt into my eyes
As heartaches are washed away
Along with old fears and past lies.
The WIND roars with great furry
As I walk into its immense might.
I feel darkness blowing away
And hope replacing the stormy night.
The WIND keeps on howling
But I face it with hope in my heart.
Wisdom whispers truth in my soul
Releasing new vision and a new start.
Where does this wind come from?
And where does it go?
I do not question it,
Nor do I know.
It seems like a violent storm
As it brews with such rage.
Yet it is breaking down the walls
That had held me inside a cage.
Does heartache come from God?
Is pain from him too?
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