Filled with holy boldness. Born to prophesy, the prophet Jerimiah
would lift his voice and cry. Be quiet folks commanded, go home
and leave us alone. But he said, how can you be quiet when there's fire
down in your bones.
Jerusalem was a-shakin', Pentecost had arrived. An upper room party
and they were drunk on new wine. Peter stood among them and said there
is no doubt. This Holy Ghost power, He'll make wanna shout.
He's just like fire shut up in my bones. This Holy Ghost fire and He's
shut up in my bones. He's like fire and He's shut up in my bones.
This Holy Ghost fire and he's shut in my bones.
Some people get offended because I dance and shout. They
say that's too much emotion and too much moving about. Don't tell
me to be quiet or go sit in that pew. Because if you felt what I felt,
I know you'd be shoutin' too.