I can hear a gentle rustle as the curtains move about But the strain and daily hustle tend to drown You out I cannot see Your presence but I know where You have been And I long to be a feather at the mercy of the wind I cannot really hold You but I feel You in my life Oh, how I long to see you but You're somewhere out of sight Oh, I know that I am blind but where I'm going in the end You'll open up my eyes so I can see the wind And when I hear the thunder I know that You draw near And then I'll watch in wonder as the evidence appears Waves grown mighty at Your bidding, trees bow their branches low Only truth remains undaunted in the power You can show, You can show I cannot really hold You but I feel You in my life Oh, how I long to see you but You're somewhere out of sight Oh, I know that I am blind but where I'm going in the end You'll open up my eyes so I can see the wind It scatters seeds where the farmers have not sown And it utters prayers in a language yet unknown No one knows quite where You're going but we see where You have been And when I get where I'm going that's when I'll see the wind I cannot really hold You but I feel You in my life Oh, how I long to see you but You're somewhere out of sight Oh, I know that I am blind but where I'm going in the end You'll open up my eyes so I can see the wind, so I can see the wind