for the wind is on my left
and your sun is on my right
Calm me O Lord of Peace
let your sun warm my chest
let it fill my head with pure thoughts
tan my skin with your grace
melt my heart of stone with your heaven fire
open the dark skies and let your spring arrive
lift up the flowers that tell your sovereignty and providence
bud the trees with your righteousness and plant their roots firm in the beauty of your creation
let your forgiving rivers overflow onto the dry barren fields
and let them produce fruit
let them produce fruit
-by Brantley
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