It was a crowd of mixed emotions
That walked back to the room
But steadfastly we set all our minds to prayer
Waiting together with his relatives and friends
Well above a hundred of us there
Some of us He'd healed
And some He'd raised up from the dead
Some He'd called as He went walking past
We recounted all the stories
With no detail left unturned
Determined with a will to make it last
Outside in the street
The feast's cacophony began
As crowds from all across the world convened
Flowing upwards to the temple
With their firstfruits in their hands
Unaware of all that we had seen
Dawn turned into daylight
Just like all the days before
And again we lifted hands to God in prayer
And though no one had imagined
What the morning held in store
Still all of us felt something in the air
Then faint at first, we heard a sound
That slowly grew to more
Like a tempest far away upon the sea
Descending 'til it filled the house
With an unabated roar
Like an army's final shout of victory
Then right there in the midst of us
From nothing burst a flame
And tongues of fire rose high into the air
Then separating, settled down
On each of us the same
And at once the sounds of praise were everywhere
And the flood of joy inside me then
Was more than I could bear
Like peace and laughter joined into a whole
'Cause the power that came from Jesus
That we'd felt for all these years
Was flowing deep and wide within my soul
Praise You, Jesus, for Your Holy Spirit
Praise You, Jesus, reigning on the throne
Praise You, Jesus, for the power You've given
Praise and glory unto You alone
Praise You, Jesus, for Your Holy Spirit
Praise You, Jesus, reigning on the throne
Praise You, Jesus, for the power You've given
Praise and glory unto You alone
Praise You, Jesus, for Your Holy Spirit
Praise You, Jesus, reigning on the throne
Praise You, Jesus, for the power You've given
Praise and glory unto You alone
The Power was written by Don Francisco.
The Power was produced by Al Perkins.