Gotta Tell Somebody
Don Francisco Lyrics

She kept on getting weaker
The woman was gradually becoming frail.

As day dragged into day
It happened over a prolonged period.

The doctors gave no hope for her
The medical professionals had a dim outlook for her survival.

She seemed to fade away
She was on the brink of death.

My hours were filled with constant dread
The artist was fearful and worried all the time.

Time became a knife
The passage of time seemed to accentuate the singer's anxiety.

Slowly and relentlessly
It was happening in a gradual and unstoppable manner.

Cut the cord of life
The woman died eventually.

There was a Teacher in the region then
A religious leader was present in the area at that time.

Some of us had heard
A few of them had information about the man.

He'd healed the paralytic
He had cured someone who was paralyzed.

By the power of just His word
He used the power of speech alone to perform the healing.

So if the hope became rekindled
If they started feeling optimistic once again.

I went at once to see
The singer hurriedly went to seek the Teacher.

If I could find a man named Jesus
If the Teacher's name was Jesus.

From a town called Galilee
The teacher was from Galilee.

I began to search the city
The artist searched the area thoroughly.

And soon I saw the crowd
The singer spotted a gathering of people.

They were pressing in to touch Him
The crowd was trying to reach the Teacher.

And they called His name out loud
They were shouting for His attention.

But with the strength of desperation
The artist was driven by an intense need.

I pushed them all aside
The artist jostled his way through the crowd.

I threw myself before Him
The singer fell on his knees in front of the Teacher.

And from my knees I cried
The artist was weeping while on the ground.

Lord, come and heal my daughter
The singer pleaded with the Teacher to cure his daughter.

Even now she's close to death
His daughter was on the verge of dying.

Her fever's uncontrolable
Her high temperature was not subsiding.

She fights for every breath
She was struggling to breathe.

But God's given you the power
The Teacher had divine abilities to perform miracles.

Life is yours to give
The Teacher could bring the girl back to life.

If You'll just lay Your hands on her
If the Teacher would touch the girl.

I know that she will live, she will live, she will live
The artist was certain that his daughter would come back to life.

Well, He just began to walk with me
The Teacher accompanied the artist.

When a face I saw with fear
The artist encountered someone who looked alarmed.

Came towards me with the news
The person approached the singer to tell him something.

I knew I didn't wanna hear
The artist anticipated the news would be bad.

And although I tried still myself
Despite trying hard to suppress his emotions.

I trembled when he said
The singer shook with fear when he heard.

Don't bother the teacher anymore
The Teacher could not do anything further.

Your little girl is dead
The daughter had passed away.

And then Jesus touched my shoulder
The Teacher consoled the grieving speaker.

And told me not to grieve
The Teacher advised him not to be in despair.

The trembling stopped when He looked at me
The singer felt calm after meeting the Teacher.

And said only believe
The Teacher asked the artist to have faith.

And then He sent the crowds away
The Teacher dismissed the gathering of people.

Except His closest men
Only the Teacher's trusted followers remained.

And they followed right behind us
The fellows accompanied the Teacher and the singer.

As we started off again
The group moved ahead together.

We were still a long ways down the road
They had not reached their destination yet.

When I heard the sounds and cries
There were voices of people wailing and screaming.

Of the mourners and musicians
There were individuals there to help with the funeral arrangements.

As they strove to dramatize
They were attempting to give an exaggerated performance of grief.

My grief, they had no business with
The artist did not want to involve them in his sorrow.

Beneath their loud disguise
They were disguising their true feelings behind their boisterous demeanor.

My wife just sat there silently
The singer's spouse was sitting quietly there.

And stared through empty eyes
She was looking blankly ahead with no sign of emotion.

Then Jesus asked the mourners
The Teacher had a conversation with those gathered there.

Why is it that you weep?
He was surprised that they were crying.

She isn't dead as you suppose
The daughter was alive.

The child is just asleep
The girl was only sleeping.

It only took a moment
The change occurred quickly.

For their wails to turn to jeers
Their crying transformed into mockery.

Who does this Man think He is?
They questioned the Teacher's authority.

Get Him outta here
They wanted Him to leave the place.

With authority I've never heard
The Teacher's words and tone sounded powerful and unfamiliar.

In the lips of any man
The Teacher's talk was more potent than anyone the singer had encountered.

He spoke and every sound rolled out
The Teacher's voice resonated and echoed.

With a thunder of command
His speech was marked by force and control.

And in the sudden silence
There was an abrupt stop of all the noise.

They all hurried for the door
The people left the place in haste.

Wondering what the reasons were
They were uncertain as to why they had come there.

They'd ever come there for
If there was any purpose to their being present.

Then He called His three disciples
The Teacher signaled three of His close allies.

That were with Him on the way
Those who were following along with Him on the journey.

He led them and my wife and me
The Speaker, his wife, and the Teacher's aides went together.

To where our daughter lay
They went to the place where the girl's body was kept.

He took her by the hand
The Teacher held the girl's hand.

He told her, child arise
He instructed the girl to get up.

And the words were barely spoken
The command was uttered with minimal effort.

When she opened up her eyes
The girl woke up immediately.

She rose and walked across the room
She got up from the bed and went around.

And stood there at our sides
She was standing beside the artist and his wife.

My wife knelt down and held her close
The mother went down on her knees to embrace her girl.

And at last she really cried
The mother finally found release and burst into tears.

Then Jesus told us both to see
The Teacher asked them to look at something.

Our daughter had some food
The girl was served some food to eat.

And as to how her life was saved
The Speaker was curious how his daughter was brought back to life.

Not to speak a word, not to speak a word
The Teacher advised them not to disclose this event.

I got to tell somebody
The artist felt the urge to spread the news.

I got to tell somebody!
The message was of great significance and needed to be shared.

I got to tell somebody!!
The singer was more determined than ever to communicate.

I got to tell somebody, got to tell somebody!
He felt the compulsion to express it to somebody.

What Jesus did for me!
The Teacher had performed a remarkable miracle for him.

Got to tell somebody
He felt the need to share the story with others.

What Jesus did for me!!
The miracle was a powerful and life-changing event for the singer.

I got to tell somebody
The artist reiterated his need to express it.

Got to tell somebody
He was determined to spread the word.

What Jesus did for me!!!!!
The Teacher had blessed him beyond words.

What Jesus did, What Jesus did for me
The Teacher had performed miracles that changed his life forever.

Ya know He gave me life
The Teacher had restored his hope in life.

When my hope was dead
The Speaker had lost all faith in existence.

When there was grief
The Speaker was in a state of sorrow.

He brought joy instead
The Teacher had given him immense joy and hope.

What Jesus did for me
The Teacher had done a miracle for the Speaker.

What Jesus did
The Teacher had manifested divine power that impacted the Speaker's life.

I've got to tell somebody
The Speaker was still determined to share the story.