Dear Holy Spirit

 Lord, You give many gifts, You eve gave Your life.

You whisper even to those who resist Your love but You always continue.

You fill our hearts with the Holy Spirit and allow us even to speak in tongues.

You fill our life with love and light.

You are faithful and merciful to us.

You give us such great love.

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