The Wind

Randall Goodgame

Where the wind bends the trees,
you are there, calling me,
even when i turn away, there you stay.
and Lord, its in my pride,
where the demons hide,
and set my walk apart from Thee,
but then your wind blows through my trees
and i fall to my knees, only you can set me free.
so i sing praises to the king,
worthy is the Lamb of God,
my rock, my strength, my shield,
my salvation’s sealed
that i may never yield the temptors call,
but to Jesus Christ i surrender all.