The Whistling Wind

Lonely is the wind

As it blows across the sea

Whistling a sorrowful song

That sings eternally.

 

I hear the lonesome sound

And shed a single tear

The days of old forever gone

But still I hold them near.

 

Scenes of all our yesterdays

Fill my soul with grief

Still the whistling wind sings on

Bringing no relief.

08/01/01

About Julia

Welcome! I'm so glad you stopped by. My name is Julia. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a teacher, and most recently, a writer. Above all, I am a daughter of the King. I am constantly amazed at God's goodness in my life; undeserved and unlimited. Come sit and visit awhile. The teapot's always on the stove.
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