How often have I chased the wind
Of my own vain desires?
How often does my soul pretend—
And yet pretending tires.
Then comes the Holy Spirit’s breath;
My falsehood blows away
And saves me from a living death
Where Satan has held sway.
His Spirit’s sweetness saturates,
And I’m created new.
No longer I prevaricate;
My true self now I view.
And others now I see through Him–
See glory in each one–
For He who is the great I Am
Has Satan’s work undone.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 