GUSTS OF JOY

Your breath oh God does gently blow
on mountains high and valleys low,
embracing life with fragrant kiss
Creator of unbounded bliss.

It touches all, Your every child
who reaches up with love beguiled,
beseeching love to ne’er abate
yearning souls so hopeful wait.

It blows o’er waters pure and calm
drawing hearts to praise and psalm,
and over raging, boiling sea
that blinds us as we seek to flee.

You know our every pain and need
upon Your graces daily feed,
gusts of joy our way you’ll send
as our cares we toss into Your wind.

We see not how Your healing breeze
works hidden miracles to please,
and all You ask us in return
that for Your breath we ever yearn.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 28, 1996