wind of change

[Bernice Jones]

When the wind touches down on the ground.  Were will you be.  When the Lord of Host, Prince of peace brings the wind were will you be.  All men look around wondering how to  point God out.  I hear a whisper in the wind saying  this is your destiny. The wind blows softly by day.  When night falls the wind whistles who so ever come,  I have prepared a way, I am Jesus the bridegroom.  When the wind touches down.  Where will you be