Where do I come from ?

Where am I going ?

Can you see me ?

No one knows, yet, all know, I am

I moved over the face of the deep

Disturbing the waters and bringing forth dry land

My chariots in the tops of the trees sealing the doom of the enemy

I rushed into Jerusalem with the sound of might binging tongues of fire

I came from the east to make a way through the sea

I bring frost from the north and heat from the south

From the west I bring rain to give life to the earth

I winnow the grain of the harvest when you offer it up

Yahweh Himself takes flight with my wings

His messengers ride me bringing flames of fire

I obey the voice of Messiah and His own I sustain

My still small voice is in the quietness of my gentle breeze