The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown all over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.
Who am I to blow against the wind?
Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated.
I had to make my history quick because there would be no future, merely a gossamer world blown about on the zeitgeist, till zeitgeist, the wind of the times, is blasted away by kamikaze, the wind of God.
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.
The end of all things is at hand; that Satan's kingdom will be destroyed, and Satan chained down for a thousand years, and Christ's kingdom established upon earth.
What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.
The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.