Holy Spirit laughter, sweep across each one like a wave
A demoniac, after prayer, 'scream' then cry like a baby saved
Children dance to the beauty of God's children celebrate
Father God disarm bullies who were about to stone me with hate
A neighbour boy 'cry with delight' cause he could finally hear
My X, pointing a loaded gun at me, ultimately run for God's fear
One of unbelief set-free of jail by prayer but not from her known sin
A tiny oil-container, about empty, never run dry when poured again
Water turned to oil, to pray for a young troubled girl acting crazed
Fierce beast made quite calm, near me, despite my childish phase
Incurable diseases healed, and arms and legs grow some inches
Believe me when I say, I've seen the power of prayer in trenches
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