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, 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 first fruits 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.
Though no one had imagined what the morning held in store, still all of us
felt something in the air.
And faint at first we heard a sound that slowly grew to more, like a tempest far
away upon the sea.
Building higher till it filled the house with a thunder and a 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.
But 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.