The leaves are just rustling, the wind is beginning to blow
Subtle and quiet, the birds on their perches don't know, it's gonna blow
Others may fear it, but I know the Spirit is wooing
I must go out and encounter the wind, with my kite and string
Come with me
Run now with the breeze
Flying high
Soaring beyond the heart's cry
Let it go
Let it go
Into the place of the spirit's control
Let it go
There is hope
Freedom awaits us the moment that we let go
Watching it now, with my feet on the ground my heart starts to see
I cannot be flying higher than high and still hold the string
Holy Spirit lead
Guiding in the breeze
Flying high
Soaring beyond the heart's cry
Climbing new heights now
Confidence mounting
To where hope had always imagined to be