The Wind the Wind

The wind or the wind As twisting a vine the wreath Breathing the breeze of the divine Sailors on the reef seeking the seas So intwined grows the anime rhyme Wind in your sails as a northeastern blows So through ages sail but when comes the time Searching the end will you last breathe be as cold Rarer air fills the breadth of the land The way with healing in His wings Receive the breath of life again So you may overcome death's sting Rising again children of the Master's wind Not grapes of wrath in the press they wind