SPIRIT OF GOD
Medical Mission Sisters
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.
Down in the meadow 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.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But breath of the Spirit
Blowing in me.
I saw the scar of a year that lay dying,
Heard the lament of a lone whippoorwill
Spirit of God, see that cloud crying,
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.
Spirit of God, ev’ry man’s heart is lonely, Watching and waiting and hungry until,
Spirit of God, man longs that you only ful-
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.
Lyrics and Music by The Medical Mission Sisters
From the Piano-Vocal Collection "Joy is Like the Rain"
Philadelphia, PA 1965
Reposted March 25, 2010