Like A Mighty Rushing Wind

Like a Mighty Rushing Wind…
Spirit of God, beginning and end…
Gently lights upon these women and these men…
Fire that does not burn
Sending disciples to preach and yearn
To know more of the Living God who sends
Demons run,
By the authority of, Yeshua, God’s son
This mighty rushing wind
His Promise He did send
Holy Breath, breathed upon everyone
Praying in the Upper Room…
Tongues of fire begun
Each spoke in a different tongue…
From nation to nation
New hope, new power; won!
Ask and you’ll receive
Have faith; believe
Testify of what you see
God’s Holy Ghost and fire
Breathe, on me!!!
~Marla Shaw O’Neill January 31, 2018
The Soul Takes Flight Poetry, by: MS O’Neill
Acts 2:2-11 The Message (MSG) A Sound Like a Strong Wind
When the Feast of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Without warning there was a sound like a strong wind, gale force—no one could tell where it came from. It filled the whole building. Then, like a wildfire, the Holy Spirit spread through their ranks, and they started speaking in a number of different languages as the Spirit prompted them.
There were many Jews staying in Jerusalem just then, devout pilgrims from all over the world. When they heard the sound, they came on the run. Then when they heard, one after another, their own mother tongues being spoken, they were thunderstruck. They couldn’t for the life of them figure out what was going on, and kept saying, “Aren’t these all Galileans? How come we’re hearing them talk in our various mother tongues?
Parthians, Medes, and Elamites; Visitors from Mesopotamia, Judea, and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya belonging to Cyrene; Immigrants from Rome, both Jews and proselytes; Even Cretans and Arabs!
“They’re speaking our languages, describing God’s mighty works!”
I love the Lord Jesus Christ and am passionate about writing. I hope you enjoy the blog and come to visit often. Then the Lord answered me and said: “Write the vision And make it plain on tablets, That he may run who reads it. For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, It will not tarry. “Behold the proud, His soul is not upright in him; But the just shall live by his faith. Habakkuk 2: 2-4

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