Windows of heaven flung open wide;
A mighty rushing wind is sent,
Bound for earth as oft before
To blast with fury thru this tent.
For in this tent I must abide
Until I step out in the sun;
Sever then the silver cord
That I be born and work be done.
For in this sixth day I must toil.
But by Thy Spirit have it be.
Then I shall enter heaven's rest.
And thru eternity be free.
- J. Pecoraro
