Wind And Spirit

I hear a [Abm]sound and turn to see
A new direction on that rusty weather[D]vane
[E]Suddenly the dead brown leaves are stirred
To s[Bm]cratch their circle dances down the [E7]lane
And now the [Abm]sturdy oaks start clappin’
With the last few stubborn leaves that won’t let g[D]o
I can [E]hear Old Glory snappin’
And her[Bm] tattered rope now clangin’ against the [E7]pole
(CHORUS)
And my breath is snatched a[A]way
And a tear comes to my e[E]ye
Feels like somethin’s on the w[A]ay
So I lo[D]ok up to the sky

I look up to the sky and
F[A]rom the corners [D]of creation
C[E]omes the Father’s [E7]holy breath
R[A]idin’ on a storm with t[D]ender fierceness
[Bm]Stirring my [A]soul to [E]holi[Abm]ness
[D]Stirring my [A]soul to [E]holines[A]s
(VERSE2)
I see the lifeless dust now resurrected
Swirling up against my window pane
And carried ‘cross the distance
Come the long awaited fragrances of earth and rain
And out across the amber field
The slender grasses bend and bow
And kiss the ground
And in them I see the beauty of the souls
Who let the Spirit lay them down
(CHORUS)
And it takes my breath away
And a tear comes to my eye
Feels like somethin’s on the way
So I look up to the sky
I look up to the sky and

From the corners of creation
Comes the Father’s holy breath
Ridin’ on a storm with tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness
Stirring my soul to holiness

(BRIDGE)
And like a [E]mighty wind blows with a force I [Abm]cannot see
I will o[C#m]pen wide my w[Abm]ings, I will o[C#m]pen wide my w[Abm]ings
I will o[C#m]pen wide my w[Abm]ings and let the S[D]pirit [E]carry [A]me

From the corners of creation
Comes the Father’s holy breath
Ridin’ on a storm with tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness
Stirring my soul to holiness