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

Healing

Deliverance

Redemption…

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!”