Spirit of God in the clear running water

Spirit of God in the clear running water
Blowing to greatness the trees on the hill.
Spirit of God in the finger of morning:

Fill the earth, bring it to birth,
And blow where you will.
Blow, blow, blow till I be
But breath of the Spirit, blowing in me.

Spirit of God every person is lonely
Watching and waiting and hungering still,
Spirit of God, we long that you only.

Down in the meadow the willows are blowing,
Sheep in the pastureland cannot lie still.
Spirit of God, creation is groaning.