Like my brother whistling
Even inside I'm cold
When I think of the way
The air can sweep right through you
I want to stand in it
To be enveloped
In something not me
But I am afraid of the cold
I never venture forth
To feel the power in the tempest
There is something so reassuring
About being loved so much
That such love could crush you
And that is what I see in the storm today
I could be crushed
Blown away
Ripped apart
By something as earthly as the wind
I think it is time
For me to go stand
In the raging, glorious whirlwind
Of love
And that, of course, is what He has for me