The wind blows fitfully
From lakes and clear stream waters
Something’s calling, calling me
I find it in the mountains
In the village by the sea
The wind will blow the heartache
From out the soul of me.
The wind will bring its freshness
And peace will come to me.
PSALM 23
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
v.1.18.0
