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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

And having this confidence, I know that I shall abide and continue with you all for your furtherance and joy of faith; That your rejoicing may be more abundant in Jesus Christ for me by my coming to you again. Only let your conversation be as it becometh the gospel of Christ: that whether I come and see you, or else be absent, I may hear of your affairs, that ye stand fast in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the gospel;
( Philippians 1:25-27 )(KJV)