Heart of the Wild Goose Upon the wind He comes. The heart of the wild goose seeks me, desires me to fly with Him, to follow. Listen, listen, hear His call. My heart moved, pumps quick, I search sea and stormy skies, my soul hears His call, my mind amazed with wonder, His presence becomes my strength. Once more wild wings fly upon the storm seeking you who wait in hiding. His breath comes with words of love touching souls with gifts of hope. © Craig A Roberts, 2020
