The day of Pentecost had fully come, as they met in one accord

A sudden sound, a mighty wind, a token of the Lord

Cloven flames, tongues of fire, as thy sprit thus descent

Prepareth the soul for gentle gales, yet convicted to repent



A miracle yet of the mind, upon prophets of old

To preach to nations intelligibly, effects to thus unfold

Perplexed and thus bewildered, as languages be spake

Other tongues of utterance, the faith of Christ awake



A solemn feast brought to a halt, a mighty great concourse

To hear the good news of the Lord, observed with some remorse

To meaneth truth and yet be mocked, to claim they’re full of wine

God chose the weak to confound the wise, as branches of the vine



The day hereby thus prophesied, by Joel of centuries past

The miracles, signs and wonders, fulfillment brought to last

Peter’s message communicated restoreth divine favour

The fruit of Christ resurrection, he ascended our great saviour



Fully clothed with power, his rising yet not disproved

The supernatural phenomena, his word shall not be moved

The same Jesus who was crucified is both our Christ and Lord

As still proclaimed amongst the earth, which we could not afford



Allegiance owed to he who reigns, who sat on David’s throne

The highest honour in heaven, our hope in Christ alone

A sense of awe, an awesome joy, others joined to listen

As the multitudes were saved and to see the Lord’s love glisten


Written by Geraldine Taylor ©