Wind

The wind went forth on the golden morning, like a rider to the sea
It rode again in the glorious noonday, whistling in the trees
As dusk arrived, still it wandered, yonder, faithfully
The stars shined brightly as it came again and found its way to me
I pondered as I stood there, the wind brushing at my cheek
How much alike to the touch of God is the feel of the gentle breeze

Only Thee

Only Thee and nothing else
For only Thee I deny my self
But what, Lord, must I do
When, to have only you
I must another one receive
The thought I cannot conceive
That when another is joined to me
Still I have only Thee

Only Thee and Thee alone
I give my self, I am Thine own
Help me, Lord, to clearly see
That I need You more than me
So I need her more than I know
For she a part of Thee doth show
So she, it seems, could be the door
To me becoming like Thee more

Only Thee, to only Thee
My love eternally shall be
Though in this life I love another
The second love fuels the other
My love for her, then, must always be
How she helps me reach for Thee
For when I see Thee on Thy throne
I give my crown to Thee alone

Only Thee and nothing more
Only Thee do I adore
My worship forevermore is Thine
Because Thy righteousness is mine
Thy gifts are boundless, to be sure
Thou art Holy, ever Pure
And now Thy Greatness she has shown
So I give my all to Thee alone