Spirit of God

Sr. Mirian Therese Winter

Spirit 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.

Refrain:
Blow, blow, blow till I be but the breath of the
Spirit blowing in me.

Dawn in the meadows the willows are moaning,
Sheep in the pastureland cannot lie still.
Spirit of God, creation is groaning; fill the earth, bring it to birth.
And blow where You will.

Spirit of God, ev'ry man's heart is lonely,
Watching and waiting and hungry until,
Spirit of God, man longs that You only fill the earth, bring it to birth
And blow where You will.