183 - Spirit of God (1)
1. Spirt of God, in the clear running water,
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill.
Spirit of God, in the finger of morning.
Fill the earth, bring it to birth and blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be but breath of the Spirit
Blowing in me.
2. Down in the meadow the willows are moaning,
Sheep in the pastureland cannot lie still.
Spirit of God, creation is groaning. (Refrain)
3. I saw the scar of a year that lay dying.
Heard the lament of a lone whippoorwill.
Spirit of God, see that cloud crying. (Refrain)