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1- Spirit of God in the clear running water,
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill.
Spirit of God, Is the finger of morning...
R- Fill the earth bring it to birth,
and blow, where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be,
The breath of the Spirit,
blowing in me.
2- I saw the scar of a year that lay dying,
Heard the lament of a lone whip - poor - will.
Spirit of God, See that cloud crying...
3- Spirit of God, every mans heart is lonely,
Watching, and waiting, and hungry until.
Spirit of God, Man longs that You only...
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* by Miriam Therese Winter, 1976
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