It was a warm summer day
I was kneeling to pray
In the place where I go
To be with God alone
The door was closed and locked
Thank God, my heart was not
I heard a sound like the wind
And I love you echoed down the hall

It was the voice of my Lord
Another voice joined in
It was my own breathe
Screaming out the words,
“My God, my Lord I love You
Because first You loved me”
I heard the sound of the wind
The voice of a friend saying, “Come home”

My spirit began to pray
With spirit and with words
Confirming the Holy One
Living within my heart
Coming for the sons of God
And the Lord’s righteous sisters
I heard the sound of the wind
The voice was saying, “Prepare the Way”

Our Lord God, He is coming
In Spirit and in deed
He has fulfilled our needs
He has prepared our home
The Father said, “Go get them”
And He is coming for us
I heard the sound of the wind
The voice of a friend saying, “Come home”

© 2004 Tim D. Coulter Sr.