This Holy Spirit of ours.
It is an elusive thing.
It blows as it will.
Dwells where it desires.
I am, indeed, the God of the plain.
The wind in the pines whisper my name.
The colors of the setting sun
Splash my name across the palate of the sky.
Imagine what I have prepared for you.
Who is it you glorify in your life?
What is it you choose?
Be sure that it is of ultimate value.
For what you choose, you live
And upon this you will be judged.