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I cannot say I saw this coming,

any more than I can say I know the wind blows south -

and how should I know where the wind goes running

with all the wisdom of my youth?

Some day I'll fly towards heaven

wearing wings of honest faith

but for now I'm walking

stumbling

tripping

falling

as I run in reckless manner,

like a madman chasing desperately-

running after the wind.

I cannot say I even understand,

this ethereal gale -

it rips so passionately at my heart!

So shaken

So broken

Entirely beloved

It bewilders me!  Why should I be chosen?
And why should I risk my soul?

I love the wind because I know the reason -

it's Maker is in control.