Pentecost

Tongues of flesh are unbabeled
Speaking mysteries of God
Tongues of fire lap at heaven
Tasting the fruit of the Spirit
Today is born the Bride betrothed
To her only loving Bridegroom
Waiting in world-shaking wind
In soul-shattering Spirit
Keeping a lamp lit for Him
To light a new world from it
One prayer ever on her lips
O come, my Lord, come.

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