On The Fiftieth Day
On the fiftieth day after the resurrection
The Apostles sat in a room wondering.
They had been told to wait for direction,
And they were curious as to how to begin.
On the fiftieth day the Holy Spirit came
There was a sound like a mighty wind,
And divided tongues of fiery flame
Set upon them as the Holy Spirit came in.
On the fiftieth day they were Spirit filled
Each one knew there was no more waiting.
In their heart they knew they may be killed,
But if that was to be then it was their calling.
On the fiftieth day the Apostles did speak
In many languages that the Spirit gave.
And a desire for others to hear and seek
A relationship with Christ and be saved.
On the fiftieth day the Spirit came unending
And to this day…
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