The Spirit gives life.

Gentle, rustling wings,
Slight breeze our spirit does lift,
Rushing wind brings,
Riding upon it, a gift.

The Holy Spirit is a gift.

Raising hands we welcome,
And gently request,
"Come, Holy Spirit, Come",
And lovingly comes the Guest.

Come, Holy Spirit come!

He moves gently, ever so quietly,
filling us with His peace and love.
In stillness and sanctity,
Descending as a dove.

Be ye filled with the Holy Spirit.

Is it genuine love we find,
Or the limited earthly kind?
There is only one genuine love,
And it descends from above,
In the form of a dove.
By Gidget

Did you know Dove's mourn? Isaiah 59:11

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All the flowers used here are courtesy of the Santalady. This particular flower is called 'columbine' and is Colorado's State Flower.

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