Sweet
Anointing
I know not where the
wind comes from,
Yet, I do not doubt it's
there;
I cannot see it with my
eyes,
BUT ~ I can FEEL it in
the air.
God's Spirit moves in
much the same
I cannot see Him with my
eyes;
But I can smell His
lovely fragrance
And His Power ~
recognize!
Sometimes he blows His
breath
Upon my heart in such a
way;
That He calms my
fiercest storms
And speaks, PEACE, to
crashing waves.
He comforts me in sorrow
When I feel I can't go
on;
He carries me in trials
When I'm weary, tired
and worn.
His wisdom is my mantle
His counsel leads me
through;
He merely SPEAKS to
mountains
And they are forced to
move!
But most of all, He
points me
To the foot of heaven's
throne;
Where angels cry out,
"Holy"
And streets are paved
with gold.
It's there I'm in God's
presence
And yielded to HIS Will;
Lost in Sweet Anointing
And Holy Spirit Filled.
I am captured for the
Kingdom
By God's mercy and His
grace;
He gives me every THING
I need
To run a most successful
race.
So, even though I cannot
see Him
I have no doubt that He
is there;
For, He's the breath
upon the wind ~
And He's the fragrance
in the air.
Terese Holloway
