Don't be a wind bag, full of hot air. Blow the trumpet in Zion, sound the alarm in the holy mountain. Never be blown with every wind of doctrine, remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty. Partake of the wind of holiness, let the breath of life breathe on you. God hath gathered the wind in his fist, make sure you are in good hands. Chaff is driven away with the wind, that blows where it listeth. Listen for the sound as of the mighty rushing wind, but rebuke the storm filled tempest. Prophesy unto the wind, say come from the four winds and breathe on these slain, that they may live. It is Jesus that commandeth even the winds. Don't be a contrary wind, that's all blow and no go. Take a deep breath and don't blow it. Do all that God has called you to do.
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