Sit with me awhile
Just here, amidst the ashes
Left by the bright flame
Hearts once strangely warmed
Are burning with words that hurt
Rather than the Word
Dear cross, your bright flame
Flickers as the Spirit weeps
O’er all God’s children
For none escape harm
When hearts warmed with anger
Do not display Love
Come, Holy Spirit
As you did so long ago
As you do today
Fill us with your grace
And with your love and power
Marked by cross and flame
Come to us again
Veni, Sancte Spiritus
Come as wind and flame
These are beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kay! If my English major little sis approves, there's hope! <3
ReplyDeleteThere is ALWAYS hope!
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