With flaming tongues You anointed them

Your disciples, witnesses, that Pentecost day.

Like sheep abandoned, with no shepherd, no hope

They huddled, discouraged, in a hidden room

Wondering, bewildered, feeling so alone

After Christ’s ascension to His heavenly home

He promised a Comforter would come one day

They needed that miracle You brought, as do we.

Like a wind, fresh-blowing, You catch their attention

Again signs and wonders they’re blessed to observe

Perhaps there’s a new way to…..

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