Power in the snow white dove, descending on the man
Who walks from the water with eyes of love
And healing in His hands
Power in the words spoken on the mountain
Power in the promise to save
Silent tongues will talk, the lame will walk,
There’s power to rob the grave
And the power is wild – and the power won’t be tamed
And the power is wild – and the power has a name
Power in the cross where the blood was spilled
Power to break the stone
The Spirit calls, the soldiers fall
You can hear the boulders moan
A mountain of rock and Roman steel can’t hold the power down
The grave won’t keep, the Son won't sleep
The body won’t be found
And the power is wild – and the power won’t be tamed
And the power is wild – and the power has a name
Power in the flame on the fisherman’s brow
As the news spreads through the streets
The earthquake shakes, the walls will break,
The prisoners went free
And the power is wild – and the power won’t be tamed
And the power is wild – and the power has a name
