Nunca Foi Sorte, Sempre Foi Deus (part. Mayra Carvalho)

They asked me how I survived
They asked me how I went through so much and didn't die
There were so many discussions, even meetings were held

And they put my faith on the agenda
They don't know that for me to stand
There was so much struggle, slander, dark nights
And when I thought I was alone

Even if the olive tree fails to produce
Even if the fields do not yield food
The sheep from the pens are taken away
The barns have no cattle

If I descend and hide
If I ascend to the highest heaven
If I make Sheol my bed
And if I take the wings of the dawn
Even there Your hand will guide me

It was never me, it was always God
It was never luck, it was always God
There were no crooked lines, it was my story
Written by the finger of my God

I survived by praying
I survived by singing
I humbled myself, stayed silent, God spoke for me
I humbled myself, stayed silent, God spoke for me
I survived by praying, I survived by singing
I humbled myself on my knees, that's how I won

I saw that your weakness didn't bring you down
That's where my power was perfected
I search you, I know you
Oh my child!