The Blast of His Breath

The breath of God
     blows soft and sweet
     and gentle in my ear.
 A quiet voice
     in noisy heart
     leading the listener’s ways.
 But O, beware,
     forget not true,
     his wide and varied will —
 That simple breath
     that guides our steps
     can kingdoms great destroy.
 Trees bending deep
     on wooden knees
     lay worshipping the king,
 And mountains move
     to prostrate selves
     in valleys at his feet.
 Eternal will —
     untrammeled pow’r —
     from heaven’s throne it blows.
 The love we have
     for savior’s voice
     must balance with our fear,
 And days we live,
     be long or short,
     with thankfulness be filled,
 When mighty voice
     with endless pow’r
     still, whispers in our ear.