Like wind,
like fire,
earth's elements
with which
we liken
an event.
So Spirit of God
descends.
That not understanding
we might understand.
Understand only
to the limit of joy
that surpasses
the limit of fear.
Strength that never
was ours
on a sudden
lends power.
Words pour.
Gift of the Spirit
awesome, mystic,
linking alien ears
to sounds
uttered in their
own tongue.
Like wind,
like fire,
Christian wake
to the roar,
With love
he empowered.
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