Promised Pentecost

orchidee



Tune: Down Ampney

('Come down, O love divine')

Acts 2 v.16-21 parts

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Pentecost, your Spirit

You promised Lord, lives lit

With your living presence, we here now you sense

He comes to empower

Us daily, each hour

And in human hearts pleased to make residence

 

This is that prophesied

By Joel (Old Testament), 'tis none beside

Than Scripture's fulfilment, the Spirit you sent

Tongues, dreams, and prophecy

These things now sure shall be

To show God's glory, He works His good intent

 

And too wonders above

The Spirit, holy dove

And signs beneath, blood, fire, and vapour of smoke

Sun shall be turned to dark

Moon be turned to blood, hark

Before great day of the Lord come, no revoke

 

It shall come to pass so

That they the Lord shall know

Whosoever calls on His name shall saved be

Trusting your life within

Us, cleanse us her from sin

To go witness, that all the Saviour shall see

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2022 02:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: Pentecost (Whit Sunday) today. A hymn-poem in 6.6.11. 6.6.11. format. I'm not sure what things are 'blood, fire, and vapour of smoke' (verse 3).
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments5

  • arqios

    A message that fills the spirit and brings a perspective that spreads over all of the human condition. Thanks for sharing and happy shavuot!

    • orchidee

      Thanks CB.

    • Paul Bell

      Great message of hope for the future.

      • orchidee

        Thanks Paul.

      • Neville



        there appears to be a lot going on here Mr. O ................................. 🙂

        • orchidee

          Thanks N.

        • Bella Shepard

          Thank you dear friend, you message always heartfelt.

          • orchidee

            Thanks Bella.

          • Goldfinch60

            Good one Orchi but where was your saviour for my Joyce!

            • orchidee

              Thanks Gold. I can understand. It's mystery sometimes.



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