They kneel down in the face of whispering wind.
The joy of the Lord fills them now.
And they know that the Holy One is near.
As the glory of the Lord descends, they bow.
The men of God worship with holy hands
Lifted to the sky in trusting praise.
The women of God declare anthems of praise
Ascribing honor to the Ancient of Days!
They kneel down in the face of whispering wind.
The joy of the Lord fills them now.
And they know that the Holy One is near.
As the glory of the Lord descends, they bow.
The little children shout out loud their songs of joy.
They dance before the Lord with great delight.
The throng of saints rushes in to join.
Honoring the Lord with all their might!
They kneel down in the face of whispering wind.
The joy of the Lord fills them now.
And they know that the Holy One is near.
As the glory of the Lord descends, they bow.
Copyright 2004 by Glen Alan Woods
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