
Your Holy Spirit blows over me. Unseen, soft as a summer breeze.
Gently touching my heart
healing all my brokenness.
I breathe a soft sigh
becoming light as a feather on the wind.
Floating softly on the gentle breathe of Your Holy Presence.
Free, free as a soft gentle breeze on a summer day.
2 Corinthians 3:17
“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.”
Jeanette Stoltz, Writer