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A poor widow asked God for a miracle
So as not to see any of her children as slaves
And she asked the prophet Elisha to pray for her
And the miracle happened

A jar with a little insignificant oil
God turned it into a overflowing fountain
A spring from which oil flowed
Filling plates, cups, basins, pots
A vessel larger than itself
And the oil did not stop
Those who saw it asked the widow
“What happened?”
She said: “It's a miracle, it's the power of God!”
Such a beautiful thing only God can do
So the mother shouted to her son
Run and bring more vessels because there is still more...

There is more, there is oil in the jar
Spilling, filling everything
Like a river of miracles
There is more and it won't stop now
It will overflow outside
Because the jar can't contain it
There is more, flowing like a spring of sweet and crystalline water
It seems like a mine
There is more, I have filled so many jars
That I lost count
When I think it's over, God sends more
God sends more

More, much more, much more miracle
More, much more, much more victory
More, much more, much more conquest
God sends more, much more now

More, much more, much more miracle
More, much more, much more victory
More, much more, much more conquest
God sends more, much more now
Much more victory, much more victory