In the Wind

In the Wind

Rushing through the waves of the running field

Dancing over the dawn to the last of the fleeting embrace

Turning through the shadow casting out the darkness

The void is calling through running of the plains

Shall I arise in the coming of the dawn?

Whilst I become a shadow or brook of the field

Shall I arise and run or catch the light of the ray

Or the sun of the rain and the wind of the valley

Shall it grow the light

Shall I bear my fruits and render thee asunder

Shall I be reborn in the truth and the light

True as I might, say as I shall do

Praise to day and a night over the land

The light of the Lord through the fields and the rain

The message of God will grow with peace and with might

Shall I lead to the strength of the almighty and the braveness of the heavens

The garden is growing, and the age is turning

Experience the healing of the age through the rock of the night

Racing through the river and riding the winds and the rain

The harvest shall be ripe, and the seed shall show through you all, it will grow

The might of the hammer the grandeur of splendor

His elegance shall rain through the mountains, rivers shall flow, fertile shall be the land

I would tell you more, as only I shall listen through fire and mortar, through iron and steel

Arise sons and daughters through the rock and the fire

Slain by the spirit of the Lamb who was slain

Through fire and rain, through toil and hardship

Matters of mercy to be attended to through the rock of delight

The brain of the matter through an organ and a slight

The Lamb shall arise, the one who was slain

The spirit of God plain as through the eyes of the rain

When shall we see and do right?

Shalt it naught be blessed by the cup of the rain of the Lamb

Blessed be the peacemaker, the signer of treaty through might

Shall we all run to gather the round of the bright

Shall it be around to the end of the day

Right nor wrong to the end of the day and through the blessings of the fire

The patter, weaves as the luminous blossom shall reign inundated

Prism of God Lord of the rain do not mock do naught disdain

Shall it be a thousand or more, how long shall he reign

Through the deep of the depths, the depth of the deep

Running through the shadow and tearing it down

Shall it be risen, shall it dwell down

Rise o’ sun of the son, the one of only the only of one

Run around the round of the ripe

The Tree of Life shall arise

With knowledge shall it go forth, but where shall it go

Tree of the run bathed in the sun

Grown and growing, tattered and torn

Read through to the shadow of it all

Ripen with fruit, blessings shall arise

The running of the till

The riding of the storm

As I shall arise slain by the spirit

Running through the wild the brush of the sage

See and do know, run and do wander

Run through the way and seek o’ the fortune

Bought not of fame, picked not of the run

The flaming sword of the risen of the rise

Run to the written, the word of The Tree of Life

Should I run, and hide or wander for a time

The run, the ride, the weather through and through

As I shall rise and rise, I shall burning one o’ burning one

Shall the bush be of fire and shall I listen, o’ listen?

How many visions, how many divines, seer o’ the celestial sea

Runner of the rain of the lamb that was slain

Sacrifice o’ toil run and till many a year for the run of the light

Till the toil, run and circle the land

Rider o’er the light, child of the light

Tongue flaming as the sword

Steal the seal and run onward

Freely run and run, toil the land

Arise through the ashes and dot the eye of the cheek through the way

Fold of the land, lion arise to rest and rest to arise

Baptized in fire and mortar

There is no rest for the presumptuous as they run around, and they heap burdens

Run through and see the light, the man of the land and the leader of might

Runner, o’ runner, toil and delight, trouble not through the sea of the ill will

Holy spirit of the Lamb that was slain

I run far away and through the ash

Bringer of death trouble, not the land

Rain true and the goods of the land

Through mirth and might of steel and of the army

Strength through the toiler and runner through the gray

Bend in the shadow of the land of the free cover o’ the rock from the sun

Boulder for bold reign or the sun

Runner of the band, the clan of the man

Shall I arise and run through the land and shall I slow to hold a hand

Peace be upon you through rise of the grain runner of the mighty

Arise o’ Messiah bringer of the Light

Through sack cloth and sandalwood

Son of the God

God of the sun

Reign of the Peace

Maker of the Valley

Run through the Majesty

Might through the Valley

Rusher o’ so slow

Looking for a love God reaps, and so shall he sow

Little of light

Peacemaker no’ death shall you see

You shall arise of the majesty, might of it all

Run, o’ Lord, fleet to the might of the rain, let it trouble us naught without gain

Rain o’er the land blessed o’ healer

Rain maker, sun lighter

Rock o’ the mighty land of the rain

Peace be upon ye’ o Lord of the main

Reign o’er the land

Peace keeper

Bringer of light