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“My Father is always at His work to this very day, and I too am working.”

A gentle stir

The tender nudge of a lover

A husband, a wife with a touch of intimate care

Like dew settling on the grass as jewels

Rich cool evening moisture in the summer air,

Caresses of honest encouragement

Soothe and comfort.

Now, a different warmth rises

As the distant Voice draws near

This familiar Voice lifts the spirit from slumber

Awakens the heart

And challenges the soul-

“Awake my beloved one

Much work yet to be done!

The fruit is waiting

Heavy on the vine;

Awake my beloved

Your good task before you

Kingdom work to honor the Father waits to be done.”

Yes, on this good day

Shining brighter and brighter with new Light

Holy Spirit power, our Pentecost Gift,

And authority of the greatest Name

Drives the darkness away.