Whispering winds call my name.
Telling me of a love so true.
Whispering winds, I'm so glad you came.
Now my life is brand new.
Whispers of a gentle kind.
Flowing through the trees.
Telling me I cannot find.
One better than the creator of the bees.
He knows my wants and needs.
He fulfills me each and every day.
He takes the time to plant his seeds.
No matter come what may.
He is the creator of you and me.
The creator of all things.
In his love we are set free.
For him my heart truly sings.
Each and every time I fall.
Whispering winds call my name.
Saying can you hear his call?
You will never be the same.
Yes dear father I hear your call.
I feel you near me always.
I knew you'd never let me fall.
Just like the good book says.
You are the beginning and the end.
You are the light so bright.
And not some passing trend.
You have my heart in your light.
Whispering winds call my name.
Telling me of a love so true.
Whispering winds, I'm so glad you came.
Now my life is brand new.
Verse Copyright 2007
Diane M. Lamphere
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