There is a free, flowing breeze in the land.
     In the east and west, the north and south...
          It seems to say, at last I am free to move!
               Released by the Word spoken from your mouth!

                    Change, change is near, honoring your prayers.
                         Free as the Pentecost winds, flowing, blowing...
                              It can't be stopped, my Word 's now in motion.
                                   From the four corners it gathers, growing...

                                   Acceleration is in the air, as a great moving,
                              As spokes of a wheel, journeying to the center...
                         Man's history is rushing, my Word being fulfilled.
                    End of the chapter is near, wise is the repenter...

You can see it, feel it, know it, it's in your spirit,
     Your spoken words of faith have started this...
          Others suspect, some speculate, faith is not with them.
               Nothing can stop it, for you and I it's sweet bliss...

                    It's coming!  It's coming!  It's from me!
                         First a gentle breeze, then stronger, as waves on the sea!
                              These are winds of change that must surely be!
                                   It's coming!  It's coming!  Surely as you can see!

by David Slezak