We sang 'Holy Spirit come',
And then we went home,Did he turn up later on,
Alone in that room?
Did he brood over the face,
Of the kick drum and snares?
Did he pour out his love
Over our empty chairs?
Did his still presence
Descend on the keys?
Did the microphone stand,
In still silence and peace?
Did the power point suddenly
Splutter into life,
To point out that power
Can exist in the strife?
Did he linger then,
Eliciting praise,
But no voices nor heads,
Nor hands could be raised,
Because we'd departed,
And gone on our ways?
Come Jesus, we said,
Come Spirit we'd state,
And turn on our heels,
And make for the gate,
If the Spirit will,
Why then won't we wait?
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