Sometimes
the winds that toss our lives
Are sent to change our course.
For those of us with stubborn streaks,
He has to use more force.
I wasn’t listening to Him,
And gales rose in my face.
But when I started to obey,
I found His loving grace.
You'd think that I'd have learned by now,
My willful ways to mend,
Are sent to change our course.
For those of us with stubborn streaks,
He has to use more force.
I wasn’t listening to Him,
And gales rose in my face.
But when I started to obey,
I found His loving grace.
You'd think that I'd have learned by now,
My willful ways to mend,
But
I'm still wild enough to try
Flying against the wind.
I know I’ll fly off course once more,
I’m not a perfect child,
But I trust He will blow me back
Before I grow too wild.
Flying against the wind.
I know I’ll fly off course once more,
I’m not a perfect child,
But I trust He will blow me back
Before I grow too wild.
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