Radio God is on the air,
Beamed direct to hearts and minds,
A silver thread the soul laid bare,
A shining Christ in love divine.
The burning in the heart of stone,
The smile to wash away the tears.
The servant on the golden throne,
The calm within the storm of fears,
The will that drives away despair
The quiet call above the din,
The scream reformed into a prayer,
The perfect love forgives the Sin
A rustle in the windless night
The ripple in the waveless lake,
The lifting up with wingless flight,
The ’giving’ in a world of ’take’
The Holy Spirit’s in the air,
The pulse of faith skips no beat
Leading, driving, here and there,
And man in God is made complete.
Radio God Is On the Air
It’s Pentecost, and this is a small ode which I penned last time.
lenaprehn, 3 months ago
fantastic! very moving. .
lightsmith in reply to lenaprehn’s comment, 3 months ago
Thank you lena :)