Oh, what is this swirling In front of me?
It canít be caught
It canít be hugged
What is this brushing past me?
Hard to see.
Christ said the Helper is coming.
That Holy Spirit of the Living God.
It will live in you.
That explains it, swirling, hard to grasp.
It has got its hold on me.
I just have to believe, Heís there.
I see. I feel. I know.
This is too sweet for God to do for me.
Send Himself in Spirit form so I
Would never be
Now I have to trust more
Because this Spirit is like
The Father says Iíll be
Like this wind. Swirling, illusive,
Hard to hold.
Those around me wonít
Know where I am, where Iím going,
Who am I, what Iím doing.
Well, Iím like my Father, God,
A spirit swirling, blowing, illusive,
Hard to hold on to.
Youíll just have to know, Iím here.