I AM the breeze that gently blows — to swell the sails of your boat.
I AM the wind that rises with dawn — to guide birds' flight o're land and shore.
I AM the hill whereon you climb– to safely reach your home.
I AM the wave in constand flow– in high tides and in low.
In leaps ,swift and gracioous– I AM the legs of the gazelle and fawn.
When, in the desert, fearful you roam– on My arms, I carry you on.