Moving through the season at what seems to be break-neck speed, has caused me to slow just a bit and think again. The one thing needed more than any other thing is just what I have written here about. A move of the Spirit. Christ’s coming was purposeful and powerful! It will end here with a flash of power and glory and we will step into an eternity of God supplied bliss. Keep looking, keep believing!
When the Spirit Moves
By Ronald Gadberry
Waters dark and murky concealed a faithful truth
Within its depths a dragon lurked, sinister, uncouth
The Spirit of the Lord descended, darkness fled away
The dragon fled in terror from The Spirit; it was day
Unaccustomed as they were to freedom and its grace
The Israelites with Moses struggled hard to make a place
For the Spirit of the Lord to dwell, across the stormy sea
But found a mountain on the way where freedom wasn’t free
The dragon stalked the sons of men with malice, hate and greed
And there beneath the mountain’s fire produced malignant seed
A law had been bespoken by the God whose word was life
Into its hope the devil spoke and filled the earth with strife
The Spirit spoke through prophets with such warnings as were just
But the words were to the sinning souls like clouds of ancient dust
Then when the storm had reached its peak, they heard The Spirit’s voice
“Remain imprisoned by your sins or make a break; your choice.”
Almost at once The Man of Men reached out to save the lost
And after all was said and done men nailed Him to a cross
But every drop of blood He spilled redeemed another soul
And crushed the dragon’s head again, that ancient worm of old
When Pentecost was fully come The Spirit moved again
Exploding on Jerusalem it filled a host of men
With power in an hour when the dragons fires were hot
It roared through hills and valleys, resting on the mountain tops
From such a mountain Christ has flown to intercede for men
And from that holy mountain said: “I will return again!”
The dragon, filled with horror, dreads the truth that word implies
And The Spirit still is saying; “Just keep looking toward the skies!”
When the Spirit Moves
By Ronald Gadberry
Waters dark and murky concealed a faithful truth
Within its depths a dragon lurked, sinister, uncouth
The Spirit of the Lord descended, darkness fled away
The dragon fled in terror from The Spirit; it was day
Unaccustomed as they were to freedom and its grace
The Israelites with Moses struggled hard to make a place
For the Spirit of the Lord to dwell, across the stormy sea
But found a mountain on the way where freedom wasn’t free
The dragon stalked the sons of men with malice, hate and greed
And there beneath the mountain’s fire produced malignant seed
A law had been bespoken by the God whose word was life
Into its hope the devil spoke and filled the earth with strife
The Spirit spoke through prophets with such warnings as were just
But the words were to the sinning souls like clouds of ancient dust
Then when the storm had reached its peak, they heard The Spirit’s voice
“Remain imprisoned by your sins or make a break; your choice.”
Almost at once The Man of Men reached out to save the lost
And after all was said and done men nailed Him to a cross
But every drop of blood He spilled redeemed another soul
And crushed the dragon’s head again, that ancient worm of old
When Pentecost was fully come The Spirit moved again
Exploding on Jerusalem it filled a host of men
With power in an hour when the dragons fires were hot
It roared through hills and valleys, resting on the mountain tops
From such a mountain Christ has flown to intercede for men
And from that holy mountain said: “I will return again!”
The dragon, filled with horror, dreads the truth that word implies
And The Spirit still is saying; “Just keep looking toward the skies!”