Father,
I beg and beseach:
let lips loosen lyric;
let soul sing and speak.
Your living breath groans—
the groans now prolonging—
lungs gripped by your longings,
the longings you breathe.
The words within reach
won't relay or release
what Pneuma pronounces,
his voice far too deep.
Your Son speaks your heart;
his word will set free.
His speech is pure speech.
The Logos incarnate
gives the mouth of the mute
your name set apart.
Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.
It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh is no help at all. The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life.
For at that time I will change the speech of the peoples to a pure speech, that all of them may call upon the name of YHWH and serve him with one accord.
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