Holy Spirit
Holy Spirit
When I wake in the morning,
He is waiting for me there.
When the bright new day is dawning;
And I have no fear or care.
Closer than my heartbeat,
In the soft sweet morning light.
He speaks with sweet excitement;
As we brush away the night.
He is always there beside me.
He whispers in the breeze;
Love songs and admonition,
In the clamor of the leaves.
I know he journeys with me;
Wherever I may go.
Though he sometimes stands in silence;
This is something that I know.
There are times I cannot see him;
When in darkness there he hides.
I hold tightly to his promise;
That the darkness will subside.
I love the days of sunshine,
When I feel he holds me close.
But the days he hides in darkness;
Are the days I need him most.
But as we journey onward;
I try not to complain or fuss.
At the times when he is silent;
He is teaching me to trust.
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