COME HOLY SPIRIT

 

COME HOLY SPIRIT


 

I first heard of my Savior in school

When my teacher taught the Lord's Prayer

Then Mrs. Gundill read us Bible stories

And assured us Jesus will always care

But at home His name wasn't mentioned

Unless it was taken in vain

So alone, I would sing, "Jesus Loves Me"

Finding comfort, and relief from my pain

When the Gideons gave me a small Bible

And told me that it was God's word

I read many wonderful stories of Jesus

Which never before had I heard

 

After learning of Jesus in the Gospels

I turned to the book of Acts

And reading about the Holy Spirit

I accepted it all as the facts

I wasn't raised with religion

So in doctrine I was very naive

I just read my little Bible

And all that I read, I'd believe

I wanted to be like the apostles

To bring glory to the Father above

As I expectantly prayed, "Come Holy Spirit"

I felt bathed in a warm, liquid love

 

There are so many gifts of the Spirit

I was confused by all those I read

I wasn't sure which ones I really needed

So I asked for His wisdom instead

The longer I walk in His Spirit

The more insight He gives so I'll see

That my life really does have a purpose

He'll use the weapons that were formed against me

Yes, all I experienced in and since childhood

Which caused so much turmoil and strife

In His hands are now powerful tools

Bringing others into His peace and new life

 

Spiritual gifts are still here when we need them

Yes, He works through His body today

As His church we need to be humble

And willing  to accept and obey

Yet we must always keep our perspective

Realizing the gifts play only a part

Jesus looks for the lasting fruits of the spirit

And true changes within the heart

So as we grow in His strength and wisdom

Bringing glory to the Father above

We come to the knowledge and understanding

That His greatest power and gift is His love

 

 

 (c) Ellen Hammond

Reviews

[Anita B Jacques]

My dear friend, thank you for your gift, I can rejoice with you, your are in our Lord's hands, The Holy Spirit speaks to us with your poems. God See's all and knows all. Faith is a Grace, a gift from the Holy Spirit, who creates in our heart's an attraction to God. I AM means God is always here. I could read your poems on and on, always too short. Again thank you for sharing with your awesome gift. God Bless you my friend.

[KAREN]

Very enjoyable to read! Your faith is wonderful and a powerful tool to have in this world we live in!!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

BREATH TAKING, BEAUTIFUL AND WHAT A MESSAGE THAT FLOWED FROM THIS PIECE! IT WAS WONDERFULLY WRITTEN!

[Valentine]

If we open our hearts,,he will speak to us..all we have to do is open our hearts to Him..lovely..Kathie

[just is]

Amen! I So-Loved this. This is amazing so inspiratioinal. Most wonderful write

[Manyfacets]

Oh Ellen...I was rather down in the dumps today. I read your poem and I am filled with joy. You are the only person I know that writes with unconditional love in mind. I see from the comments you are changing the world around us. Our world will always be a better place because you are with us all. Smiles and much love to you....Brenda

[ettorney]

...Here thy prayer.

[Francez]

This is a wonderful picture of one's life journey with Christ. There's deep insight and wisdom in this poem.

I wasn't raised with religion
So in doctrine I was very naive
I just read my little Bible
And all that I read, I'd believe

Yet this child-like faith is what moves the heaven, it's the currency of the Spirit.
Good writing!

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

my dear friend...such lovely words...faith indeed is a gift if only we can keep our faiths for very long no matter how much mammoth like the obstacles are...we will be just fine...your words helped me to heal a little as i read your words.

[Wicahpi]

My form of religion in my house, as a child, was used as a punishment.
I can remember being 4, 6 years old being forced to memorized bible
verse(s) of my father's choosing with my nose in a corner. He'd tell me
to come out, recite the verse and if I couldn't, I was forced back into
the corner. I've had a problem with this, silently, a long time. No way
to learn about love, even God's love. I'm not sure what the point was.
This is an uplifting poem of strength in God's love, no matter how you
learned it. I am a believer, coming to know God in my own way(s).
Not just that, but from my grandmothers too. Yet I find myself still
fighting organized religion.

[Sean Allen]

Ellen, we haven't talked for a while, but I want you to know that I found this story very beautiful. I too was raised in a non religious home but was never as lucky as you to have heard stories about Jesus in school.