ericjasongastelum - 5/31/2009 7:55 PM ET
the message of the wind is movement, movement of hope.
You are not in control of me. You do not know me. But I know your secrets. You do not where I come from or where I go. Only one controls my power. I can tug at your skin, or whip at your face. I will make the leaves sway and the pebbles dance as you cannot do. You do not know me, frail one. I am a messenger of God! I carry it with me, always. I am unpredictable, I whisper, sing, proclaim the glory of God. I prove my point, when I show my power at the slur of my voice and rattle of my tounge. I am mighty! But I hold my breath. For now. And I call upon you to share the message of the wind. PLEASE COMMENT! I'd like to know your opinion!! |
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