The Quenching of the Spirit
While sitting there with my soul being fed,
That sweet, tongued preacher preaching over my head
My mind slanting forward, a most wondrous strain
That preacher played melodies with my brain
His words rapt me with wonder and delight,
I judged my hearing better than my sight
It was Grace that brought me out of a pagan land
Taught my sinning soul to understand
That there’s a God and there’s a Savor too
Redemption, I never deserved, but the Savior I knew
My Bible told me that my heart, black as Cain
May, through Jesus, be refined, judged with no blame
But man, sometime wishes for the common good
But feelings alone, best be understood.
What excruciating pain when man must molest.
With pride and little understanding, from God’s breast,
For such is this case and I can but pray
Did I really see such spiritual sway?
The Spirit in wonder held such a force
Who dare the swiftness of thy course?
Soaring through the air the spirit did descend,
Slipped though the wall surpassing the wind
From star to star my mental eyes roved
and I scanned the sky for the unbound Soul
No one has ever seen the Godhead of the Bible
But many saw Jesus when he walked the earth.
and even after the resurrection. The Holy Spirit has been seen in different forms
Usually like a column of smoke.
My testimony is that I saw the Holy Spirit as clear air, quenched when
a visiting preacher tried to take over when the Spirit was at work in a church.
My wife felt the Holy Spirit pass us but did not see him. I wrote this after I started writing.
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