Winds dance
Through young leaves of spring,
Whispering of changes
My Creator does bring,

Singing of renewal,
Of things made new,
Of dark winter skies
Colored brilliantly blue,

Of pain and loss
Becoming fertile ground
For every sweet grace
My soul has found.

Yes, the winds dance
Through leaves of green,
Whispering of changes
Now yet unseen..

And so my heart
Smiles in this dance,
Singing of Jesus
Each and ev’ry chance,

For He is my Maker,
One renewing all,
He is Creator of seasons,
Of spring and fall,

He is the sunshine
Brightening the skies,
He is the hope
Wiping tears from my eyes.

So with dancing winds
Which now abound,
I sing of every grace
My soul has found,

I sing of renewal,
Of things made new,
Of dark winter skies
Colored brilliantly blue..

Yes, as winds dance
Through young leaves of spring,
I rejoice in the changes
My Jesus does bring!

Caroline Gavin ©May 2014
Purposeful Pathway

John 3:8 (KJV)
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest
the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence
it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is
every one that is born of the Spirit.