God’s Spirit moves with gentle grace,
A whisper felt in time and space.
It breathes new life where hope was thin,
And writes His love on hearts within.
It’s not the fire the world may seek,
But still and strong, yet soft and meek.
It calms the storm, it lifts the soul,
It makes the broken spirit whole.
It speaks through wind and morning dew,
Through silent tears and skies so blue.
It walks with us through darkest night,
And leads us to the Father’s light.
God’s Spirit teaches, comforts, guides,
And in our weakness, He abides.
A flame that never fades away,
A gift of strength for every day.
So let it flow, that sacred breath,
That conquers fear, that silences death.
God’s Spirit—holy, pure, and true,
Forever dwells in me and you.
©heavenecho
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