Valtaa

Even though I can't hear how the Lord's spirit arrives,
He sings to my heart
Like a warm breeze, bending the grass softly
And again, it comes to my mind

He is the Lord, the king of creation
He is the Lord

Take over, until we are filled
I want to give my life
You see the wounded mind,
You bless the day, you light up the night

Even though I don't feel how the Lord's spirit arrives,
He touches my heart
The whole congregation falls into His presence
And sorrow turns into laughter