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 constant flow,
in high tide or in low.
In leaps, swift and graceful–
I AM the legs of the gazelle and fawn.
When, in the desert, fearful you roam,
In My arms, I carry you on.