Riding with the Holy Spirit

In the dead of night, when the world lies still,
My spirit stirs, drawn to His will.
A whispered call, a sacred guide,
We agreed on a wondrous ride.

Before my eyes could close in rest,
He spoke of paths, of what comes next.
No fear, no doubt, no need to see,
For in His hands, I let things be.

He is my eyes, my unseen sight,
He leads me swift through dark and light.
No mind’s control, no cautious tread,
Just trust that soars where angels tread.

Battles rise, yet I do not fight,
For He has claimed them in His might.
With every fall, with every climb,
He moves ahead, erasing time.

He turns to me, His voice so near,
"Will you go? Will you hear?"
And I reply without delay,
"Lord, just do it—have Your way!"

How He loves when hearts let go,
To ride the winds, to trust and flow.
No fear, no weight, just love untamed,
A heart set free, a soul unchained.

So in the night, in depths unknown,
I ride with Him, my spirit grown.
For every step, for all ahead,
The Holy Spirit and I are led.

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