Lord, Holy Spirit, you blow like the wind in a thousand paddocks. Inside and outside the fences, you blow where you wish to blow.
Lord, Holy Spirit, you are the sun who shines on the little plant. You warm him gently, you give him life, you raise him up to become a tree with many laves.
Lord, Holy Spirit, you are the mother eagle with her young, holding them in peace under your feathers. On the highest mountain you built your nest, above the valley, above the storms of the world, where no hunter ever comes.
Lord, Holy Spirit, you are the bright cloud in whom we hide, in whom we know already that the battle has been won. You bring us to our Brother Jesus to rest our heads upon his shoulder.
Lord, Holy Spirit, in the love of friends you are building a new house, heaven is with us when you are with us. You are singing your song in the hearts of the poor. Guide us, wound us, heal us. Bring us to God.
James K. Baxter, (New Zealand) – Your Will Be Done (Christian Conference of Asian Youth 1984).