RUWACH: Holy Spirit

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This poem is written to bring into play the closeness of the Holy Spirit of God to all human especially the Christians irrespective of their location. The knowledge of the Holy Spirit as the Wind has helped me to believe God even better than i ever have done in my pilgrim. Holy Spirit is today seen as a distant spirit and hence believers go about as if the LORD left them comfortless and are therefore living under fear and dictate of the devil. Our faith in God and Christ should enhance our relationship with the Holy Spirit- the Spirit of God.

RUWACH: Holy Spirit

Early morninng comes with such varities,

but this certain morning came with so much cloud,

sounds of wind, thundering of lighting,

all in the sky above.

I ran into my house,

for fear of the happening, the sight of the incident left mke panicing.

Could this be the end?

would God today visit my inquities?

will he today unveil all about me?

off course the foundation of my life at this experience quivered.

I heard a voice whispered to my ears,

huh! what peace it brought to my heart,

do not play on my intelligence, i replied,

show up you!

I am a friend,

am here to keep you company,

give you counsel,

and you can count on me for help, anything!

Who are you?

I AM THE HOLY SPIRIT,

sent to you as gift from the Father,

as a seal i am to you,

i am to enable daily,

to hover over you,and keep you.

But i cannot see you,

are you human? can you be seen?

No one can see me,

you can hear me,

because i speak,

you can feel me,

i am everywhere, i am wind,

ruwach is my name,

and i am friendly, confide in me.

I will show you mystries,

and guide you in your daily work.

Henry, my blessing, i give you,

even now and foreever. 

 

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