the White Stone - Page 183



the White Stone
page 183
HOLY SPIRIT COME
(Kevin de Las Casas/Media Hebrides)
Holy Spirit come....
and shine your light on me,
over hills and mountains,
across the rolling sea.
To the land of grass, down to the city hall...
us who wait in wonder, for your call.
Come to us we pray and break our lonesome days,
one or two or three or more,
all in Jesus name.
To the land of grass, down to the city halls....
us who wait in wonder, for your call.
Let it rise , let it rise...
like fire upon the wind...
Holy Dove of Glory come gather in,
to the land of grass, down to the city halls,
us who wait in wonder, for your call.
Spirt burning bright in the forest of the night,
what immortal hand or eye could frame your
symmetry?
To the land of grass, down to the city hall,
us who wait in wonder, for your call.
A prayer and a song. With a bit of William Blake thrown in at the end.

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