The Glowing Fire of the Holy Spirit
After Jesus' resurrection in Jerusalem,
in the same windowless room,
where The Last Supper was held:
with a sudden rush of the gusting wind,
the Holy Spirit descended upon them,
to bestow the gift of different languages...
That was a reminder that the Master, who had been crucified,
hadn't forgotten them and His fervent wish rested on
their relentless faith and strength to courageously spread
the true Gospel with firm utterance; and they knew, it
was a great mission both dangerous and spiritual:
to go out in the Roman Empire, a place of many vague idols,
and in the Colosseum be executed or mauled by lions,
but their fear was replaced by the glowing fire of Holy spirit...
Entered in the Pentecost Brian Strand's contest
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
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