He’d been with them a while
But said he must go away,
They became apprehensive
And had had much to say.
He had promised much
And had only partly delivered,
That’s why at his crucifixion
They not only coward but shivered.
Their hopes were raised again
When he came back from the dead,
They had hoped he would remain
But he left again instead.
But this time he left a promise
To send the Comforter soon
And instructed them to tarry
In the upper room.
In the upper room they waited
For the fulfilment of that promise
Certain in their obedience
Nothing they would miss.
Unlike the Jews of old
They believed the word they heard,
Unlike the Jews of old
They knew Jesus kept his word.
He had risen from the dead
Before then they did not believe
But since then they were sure
The Spirit they would receive.
They waited as instructed
For the Holy Spirit’s coming,
Together in one accord
Together in faith believing.
Seven days after Jesus ascended
There was a peculiar sound,
It filled the room where they were
In that room it was all around.
It was not a sound of victory
Or the cry of the vanquished,
Rather it was like a rushing wind
Bearing the news they all wished.
O this was the sound of Pentecost
The coming of the Holy Ghost
And soon the sound would spread
Beyond Judea’s coasts.
The Holy Spirit had come
And He filled the room therein,
And later in Jerusalem
There would be a tremendous din.
This was not the golden calf
That the Jews before had worshipped,
This was the return of Jesus Christ
In the person of the Holy Spirit.
This was the sound of promise
The sound of the Comforter,
The sound that one like Jesus
Had come as our Deliverer.
What a sound of distinction!
The sound of a soul set free,
The sound that speaks to the victory
Over our archenemy.
Not a sound of rebellion
Where thousands upon thousands died
But a sound of glorious triumph
For all who in Jesus abide.
This sound can fill our hearts
Just like it filled the room back then
When God on that Pentecost
The Holy Spirit did send.
Promised in the Old Testament
It was delivered in the New
The glorious sound of the redeemed
Not only for me but also you.
Stewart Russell © May 2018
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