The Spirit of Jesus wanted to come into my heart,
One morning in prison, I knelt and asked him in,
I read a book called "Prison to Praise" and that night,
I knelt again and lifted my hands again, and prayed,
"Jesus please baptise me with the Holy Spirit?"
Days went by, I was released, I did not feel a thing,
Just peace in knowing I had obeyed the Spirit's voice.
Then for the third time in the wet ground,
I knelt about the ocean, and from somewhere I cannot say,
A mighty rushing wind, poured into my heart,
And though I had not words to pray before,
Suddenly my heart was full, of love that He was giving me, in Spirit and in Truth.
Join with me on your knees and ask the Spirit in.
Love,
Eric
Tags: christ, come, jesus, spirit.
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