It was a warm summer day
\nI was kneeling to pray
\nIn the place where I go
\nTo be with God alone
\nThe door was closed and locked
\nThank God, my heart was not
\nI heard a sound like the wind
\nAnd I love you echoed down the hall<\/p>\n
It was the voice of my Lord
\nAnother voice joined in
\nIt was my own breathe
\nScreaming out the words,
\n\u201cMy God, my Lord I love You
\nBecause first You loved me\u201d
\nI heard the sound of the wind
\nThe voice of a friend saying, \u201cCome home\u201d<\/p>\n
My spirit began to pray
\nWith spirit and with words
\nConfirming the Holy One
\nLiving within my heart
\nComing for the sons of God
\nAnd the Lord’s righteous sisters
\nI heard the sound of the wind
\nThe voice was saying, \u201cPrepare the Way\u201d<\/p>\n
Our Lord God, He is coming
\nIn Spirit and in deed
\nHe has fulfilled our needs
\nHe has prepared our home
\nThe Father said, \u201cGo get them\u201d
\nAnd He is coming for us
\nI heard the sound of the wind
\nThe voice of a friend saying, \u201cCome home\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2004 Tim D. Coulter Sr.<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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