A Breath that moves within the Ancient Word,
The Grammar of the Spirit, clearly heard.
He comes with Power in a holy flame,
He Testifies and whispers out His name.

A Tongue for Missions, sent to every land,
An Angelic Voice, guided by His hand.
The soul finds speech when Human Words must fail,
The Language of the Heart behind the veil.

Through Jars of Clay, the broken find their part,
To share the grace of every Redeemed Heart.
The Cross is Preached, the Great Commission won,
Until the work of love on earth is done.

O Sweetest Guest, the Seal that sets us free.