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The Wind On My Mountain

Jon Pourroy

Digital Sheet Music PDF
$6.95
Composer:
Jon Pourroy
Lyricist:
Arlene Pourroy
Text Source:
Ps 147:3, Jer 30:17, John 3:8
Publisher:
Wordlight Publishing
Instrumentation:
Keyboard/Vocal
Key:
G Major
Vocal Range:
Medium
Vocal Pitch Range:
C4 - D5
MP3 Duration:
03:59

>Music by Jon Pourroy. Lyrics by Arlene Pourroy ith Scriptural references from Psalm 147:3, Jeremiah 30: 17 and John 3:8. '...How do I know the wind moves on my mountain? I hear the sound but cannot see it come and go. How do I know the wind moves on my mountain? I eel the rush; I see see the branches bending low. How do I know there is a God of Spirit? I hear the words, but do not see it come and go. How do I know there is a God of Spirit? I feel the hush; I see th warriors kneeling low. How do I know? How do I know? The wounds are healed where winds of Spirit, the winds of Spirit move and blow...'

Lyrics

The Wind On My Mountain
Music by Jon Pourroy
Lyrics by Arlene Pourroy / Scripture refences: ps.147:3, Jer. 30:17, John
3:8

How do I know the wind moves on my mountain?
I hear the sound but cannot see it come and go
How do I know the wind moves on my mountain?
I feel the rush; I see the branches bending low.

How do I know there is a God of Spirit?
I hear the words, but do not see it come and go.
How do I know there is a God of Spirit?
I feel the hush and still my heart, kneeling low.
How do I know?
How do I know?
The wounds are healed where winds of Spirit,
The winds of Spirit move and blow
Move and blow.

How do I know the Spirit ever present with faithful love that does not
waver,
come and go?
Prayer brings me near,
A silent earnest longing for healing touch where winds of Spirit move and
blow.

O God of peace, breathe gently on my mountain.
Move mist away, revealing goodness and its joys.
The morning flow’rs awake in choirs of gladness–
My mountain sings, and Spirit is word and voice.

How do I know?
How do I know?
The wounds are healed where winds of Spirit,
The winds of Spirit move and blow,
Move and blow.

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