What praise emerged from waiting lips when hope seemed all but lost? No promised Spirit yet had come, no day of Pentecost. Yet day by day in psalm and prayer they gathered, hearts aflame; remembering all that Jesus did, the faithful blessed God's name. Have we who know what God would do been faithful to our task? Have we assumed the Spirit's power but never paused to ask? Perhaps our faith has grown routine and worship seems the same: our songs too centered on ourselves, our trust in God too tame. Come, fire that sings in dancing tongues, ignite our languid praise; stir up our hymns with heaven's breath; give life to note and phrase; our voices join in vibrant songs that tell what God has done; then send us forth to love and serve the Christ in everyone.