The Gospel Wind shall tickle our feathers,
In whispers of grace, it gently tethers.
With divine breath, it sings its song,
Guiding our flight, keeping us strong.

Through skies it dances, with tender embrace,
The Gospel Wind, a guiding grace.
In currents that lift, in whispers divine,
It carries us forth, our souls align.

With each gentle gust, a hymn it sings,
In melodies that lift on seraph wings.
It whispers truths, in a language so pure,
Guiding our flight, steady and sure.

Oh, Gospel Wind, in your gentle tease,
You carry our hopes, our dreams with ease.
You brush our feathers, with whispers so mild,
Guiding our journey, just like a child.

In the harmonies sung by your gentle breath,
We find solace, we find our faith.
For the Gospel Wind, a divine tether,
Guides our flight, and brings us together.