Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove
With all thy quick'ning powers
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
See how we trifle here below
Fond of these earthly toys
Our souls, how heavily they go
To reach eternal joys.
In vain we tune our formal songs
In vain we strive to rise
Hosannas languish on our tongues
And our devotion dies.
Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove
With all thy quick'ning powers
Come, shed abroad a Savior's love
And that shall kindle ours.
Source....Light From Heaven by Jan Karon
