All praise to You, our Heavenly Father, on this Pentecost Day!
At Babel, we said, 'Let us make burnt clay bricks,
and build a towering temple city to reach the Heavens
and thus make a name for ourselves.'
But you were displeased by our sinful pride and cursed our tongues saying:
“Let us go down and confuse their speech,
Lest nothing be impossible for them.”
But we were foolish to even attempt these things,
For Christ is the only One Who can ascend to the Heavens
And He has. And now HIS name is above every other name.
And the temple city of God does not reach up to the sky,
but comes down from Heaven,
Just as You and the Son sent down the Spirit in tongues of fire,
And overcame the confusion of our speech
So that any tongue might call upon Jesus’ name for salvation.
By Your fiery Spirit, You’ve made us the burnt bricks, living stones, and pillars in Your holy Temple,
And You’ve given us new names by writing upon us Your name in baptism
And the name of Your City, which comes down from Heaven.
So we praise You this Pentecost morning, and thank You Father for the gift of the Son, and thank You Son for the gift of the Spirit, and thank You Spirit for the gift of the Church.