🌬️ Carried

I let go of where I stand, No map, no guide, just open hands. The breth that stirs the silent air, Lifts my soul beyond despair. Carried by the wind of grace— You move me to a holy place. Though I don't see, I trust Your flow, Where Spirit leads, I rise and go. In stillness deep, You call my name, A soft command, a gentle flame. Each step unknown, but You are near, Your whisper drowns my doubt and fear. Carried by the wind of grace— You move me to a holy place. Though I don't see, I trust Your flow, Where Spirit leads, I rise and go. Through turning skies and shifting sand, You hold me in Your steady hand. No need to chase what lies ahead— I’m carried where Your Spirit led. Carried by the wind of grace... You move me still... to a holy place.