Poetry

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O God of Pentecostal fire
Come now give us our desire
Together in one place at bay
For Your Spirit now we pray
Send the rushing wind today
Your cloven tongues display
Lets us speak heavens way
That we may shout as we may
From Your Spirit we not sway
As we move in Your Holy way
At Your alter our sins to lay
To walk in love another day
Not allowing a sinful dismay
Nor allow our faith to go array
O God of Pentecostal fire
Come now give us our desire

The Day of Pentecost

" When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly there came from heaven a noise like a violent rushing wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. And there appeared to them tongues as of fire distributing themselves, and they rested on each one of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit was giving them utterance.

Now there were Jews living in Jerusalem, devout men from every nation under heaven. And when this sound occurred, the crowd came together, and were bewildered because each one of them was hearing them speak in his own language. They were amazed and astonished, saying, Why, are not all these who are speaking Galileans? And how is it that we each hear them in our own language to which we were born? Parthians and Medes and Elamites, and residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the districts of Libya around Cyrene, and visitors from Rome, both Jews and proselytes ".( Acts 2:1-10),

Pentecost, what a day that was. It marked the beginning of the church.

" And I tell you that you are Peter,[and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not overcome it". ( Matthew 16:18).

Yes, as promised, our marvelous "church age" will continue until Jesus returns to gather us (Christians) up in the sky.

Ame !

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