Sometimes my heart aches with longing—for the Spirit to fall, not just on me, but on all of us. There are moments when the lyrics of Bright City’s Come Holy Spirit feel less like a song and more like a cry from deep within:
“Come Holy Spirit, fall on us. Burn like a fire, living flame of love.”
It’s not just poetic—it’s a prayer. A plea. A hunger for heaven to break into our ordinary days with extraordinary grace. I find myself on my knees, not because I’m strong, but because I’m desperate. Desperate for unity, for healing, for the Church to be set ablaze again—not with noise or spectacle, but with love that purifies and transforms. Allow us to be open to Your love.
“Father God, Your will be done. Christ in us, Your Kingdom come.”
This is the posture of surrender. Of trust. Of saying, “We can’t do this without You.” And when we pray like this—when we ask the Spirit to lead us as one—we begin to reflect the very glory we’re crying out to see.
So today, I let my heart grow wide with longing. I lift my soul and whisper again:
Come, Holy Spirit. Fall on us. Set Your Church on fire again.
Smitten With Goodness 