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The circus tent billowed out
Without a cry - without a shout
As inside the Ever-knowing
Like a silent wind were blowing

Outwards the light white cloth did billow
Turing bulging tent to softest pillow
Ready to break our fall
When we are ready to heed the call

Flimsy as it may seem
As wispy as a dream
The power and might
Of wrong and right
Will guide us down the stream

As the water flows down
The less we frown
The more we know
As less we show

The wind is within you, He softly said
As sure as I on Calvary bled
My righteousness into you
As in Me you may pass through

Yes, You are called by Me
He whispered lovingly
To do a work so profound
That to earth’s end it will resound

The time to move is drawing near
Leave your self and leave your fear
As my surging wind will blow
The leaves away – a path to show
For you to follow very soon
Before sunset, before the noon

Come, my son, come right now
Let me sooth your furrowed brow
Let me fill you with My love
With My power, my Holy Dove

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