<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Ride The Wind (1)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m saved O Lord, yet who’d have thought<br>Upon Your wind I’d ride<br>Your precious Gift that Jesus brought<br>Is burning deep inside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From billions! Lord, You’ve set me free<br>Through nought I’ve ever done<br>I’m grateful that a child like me<br>May serve Your living Son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To ride The Wind, how could I hope? <br>Your Spirit would abide? <br>But now the question’s how to cope? <br>With all this joy inside! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve never thought like this before<br>Nor felt the way I do<br>I never knew what life was for<br>Until I came to You</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until my God, I saw The Light<br>Received Your brand new wine<br>I never thought in Christ I’d fight<br>Nor count Your Wind as mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt Your glow at Jesus’ feet<br>Sampling there Life’s Bread<br>I knew The Wind, Your Healing Heat<br>Had raised me from the dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within Your hand I’ll never fail<br>I’ve now Your saving grace<br>Upon The wind I’ll surely sail<br>Until I’ve won the race</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For you my God, are at my side<br>Your Flame burns bright within<br>Should I now fear with You as guide? <br>I can’t do less than win…PTO…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+P.+Johnson">Michael P. Johnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580279" data-title="To Ride The Wind (1) de Michael P. Johnson" data-description="I’m saved O Lord, yet who’d have thought Upon Your wind I’d ride Your precious Gift that Jesus brought Is burning deep inside From billions! Lord, You’ve set me free Through nought I’ve ever done I’m grateful that a child like me May ..."></div> </div> </div>

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