Another song for Pentecost.

Sing Spirit                                                                               David Jenkins
Streams of living water flowing from the throne, bringing joy to the city of God.
Rushing like a river through your church today, bringing life to all who are yours.
Chorus
Come Spirit, come Spirit, Fire burning bright, drive the darkness out with your light,
Sing Spirit, sing Spirit, in this heart of mine.
Sing your songs of love, divine.

The breath of God is a mighty wind, blowing through this tired old world.
A whispered song, a still small voice; for all who can hear His words.

Falling from heaven, the fire of God, brings life to a heart of stone;
to re-awaken the people of God; revive your Church, O Lord.
© 2005 David Jenkins

A song for Pentecost. Either a song of deep and profound theological significance or one of irredeemably silly shallowness.

Sitting on my Garden Wall                               David Jenkins
Waiting for Messiah to come, sitting on my garden wall,
Balancing: try not to fall down.
Looking at the world today, listen to what people say,
Dancing to the tune that they play.
Chorus
Rushing wind and tongues of fire,
Knock me down, spoil my composure.
Jesus lives and the church is born;
I’m falling off my garden wall.

Waiting ’till the time is right: do not want to die of fright,
Balancing: try not to fall down.
Seeking through the light so dim, opening my heart to Him.
Dancing to the tune that He sings.

Waiting for felicitous signs from the Omnipotent,
Balancing: try not to fall down.
Timing is everything, now I know I must give in,
Dancing to the tune from within.

Waiting so long is for chumps, sending you into the dumps,
Balancing, try not to fall down.
The Spirit’s here among us now,
Flowing from the Father’s throne,
Dancing to the tune that They play.
© 2007 David Jenkins