There is a raging hurricane
You cannot redirect the wind
Nor suppress the pelting rain
The storm moves where it wants
Creating its own path
It does not matter our response
It whips the waves, it moves the rocks
The storm cannot be contained
In our tiny lunch box
We cannot pilot God's Spirit like a drone
In our fleshly minds
Or makes our desires and will His own
For God is moving in the earth
Who are we to limit Him
Or restrain Him in the church
He directs the wind and splits the rocks
No one will stop His power
Or put Him in a tiny lunch box
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