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By: Tracey Criswell Wilson
The winds are blowing gently,
soft and silky through the trees,
as I kneel to pray upon my knees.
Oh Lord, how fortunate I have been,
for You have blessed me deep within.
When times are hard and seem unfair,
You're always there,
I know you care.
Within the storms of rising winds,
confusion seems an unendless end.
Decisions of worth I have to make,
not only for me,
but for my children's sake.
You lead me through,
You take my hand,
I walk with you and understand.
As I rise from my knees,
a feeling of happiness,
a feeling of ease.
I want to thank You oh Lord, I pray,
thank You for being there in every way.
Written in 1988 I believe
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