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That Bold and Winsome Wind

On the HeightsNot cold, not cutting, not fearsome
The bold and winsome wind
Drew me in like a conversation
With a friend where every word
Falls just so and time never lags
This wise and joyful wind
Leads me up a mountain
A procession fit for a King
Sound fills my ears to overwhelming
And a dancing rhythm infects
My feet, my hands, my voice
To hold back would be to deny
The Truth like a heartbeat thumping
Washing me in the pure praise
Of creation crying out–and I join
When I open my eyes
The orchestra has assembled
Throngs of singers at the ready
Also carried by the boldness of the wind
Caught up in the rush of angels
Anticipating the roar with excitement
But captivated by the One enthroned


I was glad when they said to me,
โ€œLet us go to the house of the Lord.โ€
Our feet are standing
Within your gates, O Jerusalem,
Jerusalem, that is built
As a city that is compact together;
4 To which the tribes go up, even the tribes of the Lordโ€”
An ordinance for Israelโ€”
To give thanks to the name of the Lord. –Psalm 122:1-4

Father, we are drawn by Your Spirit and led to Your presence. As you bring us together in praise, may Your name be glorified! Our eyes are on You…


A Warrior Poet Circle post

6 Comments

  1. Sweet post--thanks!
    seekingpastor recently posted..Just BecauseMy Profile

    • Thank you, Matt!

  2. Awesome poem. The wind whispers the truth of our Father… Moving post, brother.

    • Thanks Floyd. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Great job Jason! May His name be glorified as we enter into His presence together.
    Dusty Rayburn recently posted..Emotions: The Beautiful Ornament of Our LivesMy Profile

    • Yes! Worship by ourselves is powerful, but together is so much more. Thank you, Dusty.

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