Next to a big road is a small street.
Next to a noisy road is a quiet street.
Next to a fast road is a slow street.
I love small, quiet and slow streets.
I love tree-lined streets.
I love enjoying those streets.
The wind is coming into me
or the life is coming into me?
Jesus, I feel a new life is coming into me.
And I seem to become a new person.
Is that the wind
or are you coming into me?
I love you, Jesus.