God of our workplace, God in our city, stones in our buildings honor your name-- churches and chapels raised to your glory, monuments, blessings, civic acclaim, but where goes the Spirit, where blows the Spirit, where is the heart that should beat? Only in people, spirited people, people who walk on our street. Business and banking, government office, marketplace mindsets jostle and shove, still there is vision, still there is kindness seen in the struggle, self-giving love, for there goes the Spirit, here blows the Spirit, high where the power-brokers play: change comes through people, spirited people, people who act as they pray. Traffic and trading, daily commuters, street kids and strollers make up our scene, food banks deliver, stock markets tumble, eyes of the city watching the screen, and there goes the Spirit, here blows the Spirit-- how will injustices cease? Working through people, spirited people, passionate people for peace. Pentecost happens, here in the city, festive or restive center for change: tune us to listen, hear a new language, common concern where no one is strange, and then in the Spirit, your Holy Spirit, power and compassion are freed: signs of your people, spirited people, City of God come indeed!