Its wings emit a whisper that flows softly through my hair;
A symbol of tranquility, it churns the aromatic air.
Found among green pastures it stands dignified and tall;
I gaze upward at the majesty and wonder of it.

But when the storm approaches it sends forth a mighty sound;
From its wings the rain falls powerfully upon the fertile ground.
I express my misery at this astonishing display;
And watch in sorrow, grieving, as the wind sweeps it away.

Suddenly, I am launched into a thoughtful reverie;
Therein I am reminded of the soul God placed in me.
Deliberately chosen and significantly blessed;
He set my life in motion giving all that He possessed.

Once I stood in ignorance and noticed not my sin;
I thought my deeds were flawless; there was happiness within.
Ah! But then the storms of life lashed forth with a crushing blow;
I wept as satan stole my joy; such pain I'd never known.

But now, my heart rejoices as I lift my voice in song;
For I'm planted firmly in the field where those in Christ belong.
Though the windmill of my life brings with it trials and troubles sore;
The Maker of the wind will bring me comfort everymore.