
Pentecostal Fire Disciples, huddled In an upper room Shaking in their boots Trying to dispel the gloom Of your death Feeling only fear’s failure was left Until, A Pentecostal fire Blazed across their heads By tongues of living fire Were they to be led To stop the shaking, quaking & rise up Boldly speak Those first words of hope To preach And loudly proclaim In many tongues The life, the power Of God’s only RISEN SON!