By Amy Carmichael
O wind of God, blow through the trees;
O birds of God, come sing your song;
For now I know the joy that frees,
The joy that makes the weakest strong.
The vapors march in shining crowds,
High in the trackless roads of air;
I look, and lo, unto the clouds,
His faithfulness is even there!
Pass foolish fears; the fresh winds blow;
O birds of God, come sing with me.
My God is faithful this I know;
My Father, I have all in Thee.
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I was searching for the online text of an Amy Carmichael poem and came upon your lovely blogs. Amy Carmichael is one of my favorite poets and a dear heroine of the faith. Your posts are an encouragement - I think I will look around some more. :o)
Thank you and God bless!
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