Pentecost
Enduring the pain As He hung on the cross, Despising the shame, Though He did not count it for loss. The rocks were rent, The old saints did live; Before the day was spent, Body and blood did He give. The Red Sea of Hades was parted, An exodus of those in captivity; The work the forerunner started, Completed in Christ's divinity. Appearing in a hidden form, He walked with the ones He chose; As quickly as He rebuked the storm, His earthly ministry came to a close. Promising them a gift As He ascended to His throne; His gospel causing the world to shift, His spirit never leaving us alone. The faithful filled with power, Glorifying God in a different tongue; The opposite of Babel's tower, All peoples becoming one.