The Power Don Francisco

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