I can’t make nobody do nothin’. And that’s the truth. I done learned ‘long time ago, there ain’t nothin’ but that Wind to hold onto, so better hold on tight. You can feel the air a movin’ whenever you step out into the swirlin’. But you better move with the Wind when it calls, ’cause there ain’t no livin’ lest you live in the Wind.
Now, some folks say the storms of life just make you stand up straighter. And others say you gotta have a little rain now and again. Got alot of sadness in this here world. Lot of sadness. You gonna have plenty ‘fore the day is done- that’s what I hear ’em say.
I could just sit and wait for the world to settle down a bit ‘fore I jump off that merry-go-round. But it ain’t happenin’. No, sirree, it ain’t ever gonna happen. That ain’t the way the world works. That ain’t the way the Father works.
No, you gotta listen. Listen to that Wind. It’s a sweet little voice, hard to hear when you ain’t got your ears picked up ready for it. It ain’t like some porky comin’ down the road and squeelin’ cause the butcher after her. That ol’ Wind is somethin’ to get caught up in.
When you let that ol’ Wind take the wheel, the storms of life just roll off the windshield like a summer drizzle. No matter what you’re a facin’. I know what I’m a talkin’ about. I’m a facing it right now. I ain’t got two nickels and two dimes to put away for a rainy day. Just a pretty silver dollar I am a givin’ to the Lord, trustin’ He’ll use my little talent. I’m a nobody on a freight train bound for nowhere without my Jesus.
I’m a waiting for His spirit- His wind- to come gather me up in His arms. He’ll take me away from this here thunderstorm, deposit’n me right where I need to be. That’s what The word says. And you can count on that Word.
But I’m a warnin’ you. You don’t go after no tales of fortune and fame. No, sir. Only one way outta the hurtin’. One way to Jesus. And He’ll set you free. Free to fly like you never flown before, ridin’ on the back of that whisperin’ Wind. And one day you’ll look back and you won’t right know what to make of it all- just all such a beautiful sight- all them days, you felt like Lazarus, and finally you come forth. And then, there ain’t no goin’ back.
Halleleujah.