Come, Spirit tempest. Move across our watery chaos, bringing winds and water for disturbing your church. Come ashore with righteous indignation: circulating over our slumbers, troubling those firmer idolatries.
Come, Spirit tempest. Blow with Word-winds across our complacent comfort. Shake loose from moorings the lines of numbing entertainment; pry us free from worship at the feet of Convenience. Unsettle us again.
Come, Spirit tempest. Scour our crowded lives with a purifying wind. Prune away the deadwood of empty words and easy sentiment. Gather up the life-litter we so heedlessly overlook. Strengthen us for new living.
Come, Spirit tempest. Bring a howling, hallowed word. Genesis 1:1-2, Acts 2:1-2