Blowing in the wind,

Like leaves tossed here in there in every direction by the wind,

I’m lost,

Lost in life,

Lost in the world,

Lost in my sin,

Sometimes I feel so down I wish I had a friend,

And I remember what a friend,

I have in him,

He’s taken me from the bottom to above the rim,

And like a diamond he’s put the Polish on me and designed my trim,

I may be blowing in the wind,

But my storm is coming to an end,

I might have been weak for a moment but God,

With you I can be stronger than metal which with much force can be hard to bend,