The heat scorched the grass and pavement on the ground,
Miserable the heat makes resolve fail and come unwound,
Waiting makes the perspiration bead and drops start to roll,
Parching the throat, weakening faith and strength of my soul,
And yet grace abounds in the form of a blowing gentle breeze,
Blowing gently on my face cool reviving but not a deep freeze,
A refreshing wind offering relief from Texas mid July heat,
Providing a second wind guarding against one more defeat,
A gentle breeze blowing on a hot blustery mid summer's day,
Helps impatience where God has sovereignly planted to stay.
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