Got a lovely new throw for our sofa
once it was released into the water.
A sink full of deep blue water remained,
I tried to untangle it but without much success.
Anyway, the cold wind was persisting and the day was dry,
so on to the line it went,
Even so I couldn't resist reaching out to have another go at unravelling the tangled skeins.
Why do I find it so hard to simply give in sometimes?
With a tug the dancing wind whisked the threads
from between my fingers
and at last I let go.
once it was dried,
not able to let it go,
Spirit of God, unseen as the wind
Spirit of God, unseen as the wind,
gentle as is the dove:
teach us the truth and help us believe,
show us the Saviour's love!
You spoke to us - long, long ago -
gave us the written word;
we read it still, needing its truth,
through it God's voice is heard.
Without your help we fail our Lord,
we cannot live his way;
we need your power, we need your strength,
following Christ each day.