Thursday, May 20, 2010

What Say You? Flaming Words Of Pentecost

What say you,
if like the wind you are blown by His Spirit?

What say you,
if you speak as a drunk for those who hear it?

What say you,
if your daughter's words but prophesy?

What say you,
if you envision through Heaven's eye?

What say you,
if on your head a fire came?

What say you,
if you saw waters licked up by a flame?

What say you,
if His Spirit is poured on you in these days?

What say you,
if prayer shakes the earth your body lays?

What say you,
if His Spirit flooded your very core?

What say you,
if you increased in Him evermore?

Would you not boldly speak
the very words of One you adore?

May you say it
and bring Heaven to earth's door.
May you know it
and be a vessel His Spirit is stored.

--Written by Tammy


This Wednesday, I'm walking toward Pentecost days.  And for other walks visit Ann's place.

"And suddenly there came a sound from heaven, as of a rushing mighty wind...then there appeared to them divided tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them." Acts 2:2&3

"For these are not drunk, as you suppose...But this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel:  ‘And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God, that I will pour out of My Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old men shall dream dreams. And on My menservants and on My maidservants I will pour out My Spirit in those days; and they shall prophesy. I will show wonders in heaven above and signs in the earth beneath..." Acts 2:15-19


"Then the fire of the LORD fell ...and it licked up the water that was in the trench." 1 Kings 18:38

"And when they had prayed, the place where they were assembled together was shaken; and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit, and they spoke the word of God with boldness." Acts 4:31

1 Tasty morsels:

  1. Beautiful, inspiring poetry. Really neat thoughts Tammy.

    ReplyDelete

Let's share. Because of time-management, most days I don't reply to comments. But every precious one feels like we're at the table chatting. Sometimes they're read in the oddest of places, via my phone. And if you blog, I can assure you, I looked you up and lurked your words.