Pentecost
Jesus’ followers gathered together
With one accord
Sound from heaven of mighty rushing wind
Filling the whole house
Divided tongues like fire
Setting them apart
Filling them all with the Holy Spirit
Speaking in other tongues
Everyone from far and near
Hears in mother tongue
Some are amazed
Some perplexed
Others mock them as drunk
Babel reversed
No more language confusion
Everyone now hears in native tongue
Three thousand converts baptized
The Church conceived in the Garden of Eden
Is birthed in Jerusalem.
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More Poems by Jan Lutz

• A Warning, a Wish, and a Woe
• Broken Vows That Heaven Allows
• The Gift
• Easter Poems
• Mrs. Far Above Rubies
• My Father's Cup
• She Knelt Beside Her Bed
• As I Grow Older
• Whose Birthday is Christmas?