Imagine the scene:
cloistered in their room
not truly safe from
authorities
Jewish and Roman rulers,
powers that would destroy
them
No, they were merely safe
for the moment
from these earthly powers
sitting in the darkened room
wondering what was to come
how the prophecy of Christ
would fall on them
Tongues of Fire, of flames
burst from heaven, resting,
penetrating
piercing their souls, their
beings
Infusing these timid
followers
Sheep became shepherds
quiet fishermen now orators,
preachers
arguing, proclaiming,
fighting
to be heard, to share the
Good News
Holy Spirit, burn on, strike
our hearts
with Your flames, burn
bright in us
through us, sharing still
the message
the truth of the Risen Christ
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edited June 6, 2014
Tongues of Fire! – v2
Tongues of Fire!
Acts 2:1-21
The first Pentecost,
the birth of the Church
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