The Sacred Whisper

Holy breeze came unto me,

With a fragrance full of bliss

Years have passed, yet still I see

Shadows of that sacred kiss.

Every dawn recalls Thy light,

Every dusk revives Thy grace

In my dreams, through silent night,

Time can never dim Thy face.

I was wayward, I was lost

My Maker found me gone astray.

Holy Breeze, grieve not for me

Guide my soul to Heaven's way.

Wash the stains my pride has borne,

Heal the wounds my folly made

Let my spirit be reborn

In Thy mercy's gentle shade.

Though I wandered, blind and weak,

Chasing dust and fading flame,

Still Thy sacred whispers seek

To call me softly by my name.