Holy Spirit come,
let us all receive some.
Let it sprinkle and rain
and wash away hurt and pain.

God's power flows down
rushing greatly to the ground.
Flashing down on God's people,
breaking the walls of the steeple.

Overflowing through the cracks
of the wood and it never slacks.
It reaches for every heart and every nation.
Rushing in and through from God's salvation

pastel blossoms
twirled and wrapped
around her head
some pink and some red.

each delicate petal
lies gently
on this rosy crown
feeling light and unbound.

every pigment
shines from the sun
a bright, pale gold,
a color faint but bold.