The Prize

You are beautiful in Your coming, O Finger of God,
Majestic and glorious in 'Your' descent.
You are all embracing, sin erasing,
The 'Prize' of life that no man should lose.
 
You fall upon us like a gentle mist,
And 'You' inflame the heart with comfort and warmth.
Every grace is 'Yours', not one escapes 'Your' grasp,
For 'Your' hand holds tight with authentic might.
 
You reveal 'Yourself' through revealing Truth,
And 'You' anoint with power to ennoble all.
You raise up the hand for to hold the heart so it may speak
The Truth the mind enfolds.
You lead the way upon this earth, and
You sprint the race at record pace,
'You' are the “Prize” before our eyes.
 
Shield us safely while the arrows fly,
As through the Trenches we pass on by,
For in 'Your' safety alone is how we wish to die.
 
Selflessly 'You' point to 'Him' from whom 'You' have come,
And without delay 'You' point further still,
To the 'One' made flesh who fulfilled 'His' will.
 
Now let our gaze to 'You' be turned for recognition is surely due,
For the selfless love 'You' show the world by pointing to the other 'Two'.
'You' declare the 'Father', 'You' proclaim the 'Son',
And in the Church all this 'You' have done.
 
So now equally sharing, what each of 'You' possess,
Is itself the Glory from which 'You Three' seek no rest, for after all
This is the race, that 'You' have always run, and indeed,
'It is the Best!'
 
Give me now the Grace, to run this race, and never run short on love,
For in this race, one must keep their pace, if they hope to finish on time,
And for myself this is my goal: to Cross the finish line,
Where all in all, You'll be my strength and forevermore my “Prize”.
I love You Holy Spirit. Amen.