Don't marvel...He said
The wind blows where it will,
But you can't see it. 
You hear its breathy whispers
You see what waves bye as it goes.
There's no telling, either
From where it comes
Or next it will go. 
He says...believe instead. 

So it is with God's Spirit,
Some pages slow, some rapid read
Leaving proof behind having been there,
The Son of God once and for all torn
In the hearts of those again born.