The Wind Blows Where It Wills

This text was written by me in 1997 as a meditation on John 3:8 and Isaiah 42:3. It was originally set to the tune RIVER FOREST, however Concordia Publishing House has just released it as an offering for Pentecost. New life has been breathed into this text by a lovely tune and piano/flute setting by Jacob Weber.  Here is the link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYEZWMsNoOs

1.

The wind blows where it wills, we hear its sound,

We cannot tell its source or where it goes;

And so it is with all those born of God,

All those upon whom God has placed His Name:

     Come, Holy Spirit,

     Breath of grace,

     O Wind divine. 

2.                              

Your mercy will not break the trampled reed

Nor will You snuff the dimly burning wick;

With tender care, Lord, bind our broken lives

And fan again our smold’ring faith to flame:

     Come, Holy Spirit,

     Breath of grace,

     O Wind divine.