1.    Spirit of God in the clear running water,
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill,
Spirit of God in the finger of morning,
Fill the earth, bring it to birth and
Blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be.
But breath of the Spirit blowing in me.
2.    Down in the meadow, the willows are moaning,
Sheep in the pasture land cannot lie still,
Spirit of God creation is groaning,

3.    I saw the scar of the year that lay dying,
Heard the lament of a lone whipper will,
Spirit of God, see that cloud crying,

4.    Spirit of God, every man’s heart is lonely,
Watching and waiting and hungry until,
Spirit of God man longs that you only.


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