Treasure Island

Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Prayer-Song to the Holy Spirit


O Dove of peace, wisdom and love!
Holy Trinity’s Third person, I bow;
Come dwell within my soul for long,
And help me sing a divine song!

Grant me the seven gifts of Yours’;
Grant me your will, your divine voice;
Make my body, your temple, God;
My only savior Christ as Lord!

Restore my weak spirit of mine;
Renew my ties with heav’n divine;
Remake my soul with newer grace;
Remind my heart to God embrace!

Invigorate my hopeless frame;
Deliver me from sinful shame;
Show me the road and narrow gate
To God’s abode, for which I wait!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-07-2013

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 15, 2013

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