Spirit Of God
Spirit of God in the clear running water
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill.
Spirit of God in the fnger of morning:
Fill the earth, bring it to birth, and blownwhere you will. Blow, blow, blow till I benbut the breath of the Spirit blowing in me.
Down in the meadow the willows arenmoaning, sheep in the pasturelandncannot lie still. Spirit of God, creation isngroaning: n
I saw the scar of a year that lay dying
Heard the lament of a lonenwhirlpoorwill. Spirit of God, see thatncloud crying:
Spirit of God every man’s heart is lonely
Watching and waiting and hungry until
Spirit of God, man longs that you only
Fulfll the earth, bring it to birth, and blownwhere you will. Blow, blow, blow till I benbut the breath of the Spirit blowing in me
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