The wind of your spirit blows
Across the grass
It withers and dies
All this conflict will pass
The flower blooms full
Its aroma fills the place
Its petal soft and rich with color
It comes bursting forth
Every petal lay scattered
They will not last
You lord are eternal
You never end
Your breath blows across by heart
You touch heal and mend
You restore every broken part
You give lasting peace
Lasting joy