The Gentle Breeze

Rose

The Gentle Breeze

There are many things in life that I love

And anything worth loving, comes from above

The gentle breeze that comes round each day

Sometimes; blowing blessings; just our way.

Rose

I love the story of baby Jesus, and as He grew up too

He walked and worked for ones like me and you

I see Him in my mind coming from the tomb

And know that by Father God he was put in Mary’s womb.

Rose

I count the many blessings He doth bestow

Feel the gentle breeze and somehow know

He brightens each morning for me; like a song

I pray and pray He'll count me Blest and; bring me home

Rose

He walked upon the water, as the gentle breeze did blow

He amazed the Apostles at all He did know

I see Him walking by the seaside and am filled with joy

To know that mother Mary; bore this baby boy.

Rose

When will He come again? When will we go home?

Leaving this old world far behind; no more to roam

He shall gather us together as chicks to a mother hen

He loves and protects us again and again.

Rose

Somehow I believe He’s coming again; very soon

Like the gentle breeze blowing; softly in our room

I can hardly wait to be with Him in Heaven; there

Maybe singing with the Angels; there in Heaven fair.