There’s power reserved for us all
It descends when Christ makes the call
A bathing from head to thy feet
Such beauty is endowed by Thee.
Dismissed as once long ago
When Pentecost flooded each soul
Today it’s rarely spoken of
Yet the Spirit descended as a dove.
With fire came gifts from the throne
Not talents or skills but Christ’s own
That which was appointed to us
Promised as His feet left the dust.
A baptism of love, yet with flames
Truly it’s hard to explain
For God has supernatural ways
Yet men presume much these days.
If the Word is the Word is the Word
Then why tell me isn’t this heard
For taking away that which is penned
Leaves longing in the hearts of many men.
O Glory is felt close at hand
The closest is felt when He lands
The Holy Spirit will come baptize man
When pride lets fire fall again..
