I beheld the wind, blowing upon The grass of the field. Leaves swayed under the power Of its influence.
The flowers danced As the grass dazzledβ Its blades shimmering in the light. That which was dormant Had suddenly come to life.
O Lord, breathe upon me The breath of your holy Spirit. Quicken me, and possess my being That, in harmony, I might sway To the power of your perfect will.