There’s so much Lord, that I don’t know.
The cold wind blows,
And I think of the keeper of the winds.
Pulling my jacket tighter around me,
I wonder what purpose He’s working out.
He whose hand is on every detail of my life,
Sending the rain when the time is right,
And withholding it when it’s not.
By His hand, by His wisdom,
He sets each detail in place,
Knowing just what needs to be.
The billowing clouds ride the wind as I watch,
Determined to achieve the purpose
For which they’ve been sent.
There’s so much Lord, that I don’t know,
But you’ve told me just enough.
Your word gives me strength to stand.
You’ve overcome the world.
Even in the fiercest storm,
I can rest securely in your hand.
You’ve gone to prepare a place for me.
And you’re coming back when all is ready.