They gathered there all in one place
An assured and expected look on each face
That which was promised was soon to come
To indwell and lead that the Father’s will be done
This promise rested on a few in days of old
So they would know God and lead his people bold
Into his truths and in full obedience
To be his sweet smelling fragrance
This all was leading to greater things
As promised to them by the King of kings
In one accord they expectantly wait
So with God they would be intimate
The promise came on them and took control
And led them in the words to speak
The transformation was evident for all to see
They were no longer hopeless or weak
Jesus said those who believe in his name
Will by his spirit never ever be the same
For none can know and do the Father’s will
Without first being three-thirds filled
But we have today lived in reverse to Pentecost
It’s the promised who sits and wait
He awaits us to surrender and give him control
So we can have an ever increasing faith
We work, we don’t, we pretend
But our fruits make everything clear
If we truly breathe in the breath of God
Or if it’s the day-to-day polluted air
To be salt and light to this world
We have been commissioned to do
Yet, many are still in the dark with us nearby
Because, we live as a powerless crew
It’s time for us to fully and sweetly surrender
To him who pursues and gently calls us still
To his perfect will and to do his good pleasure
He longs for our vessels to three-thirds fill
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