God is on the Wind

God is on the wind and I hear him blowin'
And I don't think I have any way of knowin'
Which way that mighty wind is a goin'
But I would ride with him
Ride that wild wind
Not knowing where that wind would take me.

You can't keep a wind like him locked up in boxes
He won't lie quietly among the crosses
But find him where the tempest tosses
And the scholars with their books
Will never understand
'Cause they never even tried to ride the wind