Pentecost
They gathered in Jerusalem;
Together, they would pray.
They huddled in the upper room
And waited for the Day.
It happened at the Feast of Weeks,
When Pentecost arrived;
A sound like mighty rushing wind:
The Spirit came alive.
Like fire, it rested on each one:
These men, all humble, meek;
The Spirit gave them utterance,
And they began to speak.
From Phrygia, Pamphylia,
From Egypt and Cyrene:
All were amazed; some were perplexed.
They said, “What does this mean?”
See, some discerned that in their midst
A miracle had sprung,
For though they came from all around,
Each heard in his own tongue.
But others were not ready to
Declare it as divine:
“It seems these rubes from Galilee
Have filled themselves with wine!”
And so, with some, it is today:
The news, with joy, received.
But others just hear foolishness;
Their minds remain deceived.
(from Acts 2)
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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