Submitted By: Olumide Adeoso

Like the day of Pentecost
My comforter come
Come and lift me up.

I feel thy light
Beaming down from the sky
So bright, touching my life.

I see thy dove
Descending down below
As white as snow.

I see thy fire
That brings me power
Filling me with holy desire.

Come comforter, come
Come like light, dove and fire
Come and possess my life.

© Olumide Adeoso, 2002