For grace that’s like the wind, a breeze that washes over, carries me That fills my lungs and helps me breathe Oh how I thank you Lord For like a leaf that catches wind I take the breeze you daily send Or storm or gust or winds gone still What’s filtered through this wind, Your will Or like a little ship am I moved, yet anchored, guided by The winds of grace—not just the tide I will adjust  my sailsRead more