The Spirit comes upon me
To erase my fears,
To heal my body,
To dry my tears.

The Spirit comes upon me
To loose my bonds;
To lead me beside
The Word’s still ponds.

The Spirit comes upon me
To help me win
In my trials and struggles
With faults and sin.

The Spirit blows gently
And I’m inspired
To turn the battle to the gate
And fight though I’m tired.

When my body grows numb
And slows down my pace;
The Spirit blesses me
To maintain my faith.

The Spirit quickens
My memory
To times in the past
When Christ rescued me.

The comfort I feel
When His Spirit is nigh;
Makes me forget
What once made me cry.

Amazing grace….
How can it be
That You revealed
The mystery?

I’m the habitation
Of the Trinity,
Of the Spirit, The Son,
The Father – All three!

Men stumble at this Truth
Blind leading the blind;
And they miss the Holy Spirit
‘Cause they’re looking for a sign.

Truth consumes my thoughts
Like a blazing fire;
Exposing and destroying
Error that’s conspired.

The Holy Spirit’s power
Arrests my mind;
His presence sweeps me up
I lose all track of time.

The quickening Spirit
Soothes and consoles
Divides joints and marrow,
And makes the body whole.

Come, Holy Spirit
Is our heart’s plea;
Loose the prisoner
Out of captivity.

Some are in a wilderness
Vexed and oppressed;
Some unequally yoked
In a union full of stress.

Sup with the ones
Who commune faithfully.
Come thou Fount and bless us
Most graciously.

Spirit – We need You!
We crave your holy power.
Refill us again
Anoint us this hour.