Treasure Island

Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer


Celestial Invocation


Come, oh thou Ghost so Holy,
And let our mortal souls so inspire.
Let thy our Word in our hearts taste like roly-poly,
And thy divine light in our minds burn like fire.

Let thy wisdom on us today impart,
And on us pour thy blessed Unction from above.
For thou all knowledge and wisdom art,
And also power, glory, life and love.

Annoint us today as thee we worship,
And unto us show thy merciful face.
Grant us peace in this our fellowship,
And let not be far from us thy grace.

Teach us to follow thee father and thy son,
And thee of both but one be in eternal merit.
Come thee unto us in one Holy Person,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 27, 2013
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