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Here comes God riding on the wings of the wind

Here comes God riding on the wings of the wind
    with beauty in his voice
and blood stains in his hands to wash away my sins
O wrap me up in thy beautiful noise
    my help, my friend
    in the steps of thy glorious course
He hears my prayers on earth,
On his way to meÖ
leaves his footprints across the universe
    so hope can see
When there's no rain from the skies
    and the heat of days are upon my face
He calls up a breeze while I'm still on my knees
    to clear up the haze
    and heal my eyes
He's the hands controlling the stillness of my time
At night, he's the soft pillow in my mind
    I embrace
    when trouble arise
Here comes God riding on the wings of the wind
    with beauty in his voice,
blood stained hands to wash away my sins
    and turn me from my foolish ways
O wrap me in thy beautiful noise
My King, closer than a brotherÖmore than a friend
Here comes God riding on the wings of the windÖ
    riding on the wings of the wind

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Robert Anthony James


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