Now, you can't stop the Spirit, it will blow where it will, over border and bound'ry, crossing valley and hill. Like a bird in its soaring, like an eagle in flight, I will follow its stirring with great joy and delight. To a world of unknowing, to that land I am bound, where a new life is growing and the lost will be found. Though the way is uncertain and the path hard to find, I will search till I find it, with my heart, soul and mind. From the birth of creation to the ending of time flows the stream of the Spirit, wind and flame are its sign. And the thread of its purpose I will seek to discern, face the wind of adventure: to God's future I turn.