O Escolhido

You were called
You are chosen
You will be a vessel
Used by God

If you are in the trial
God is working
Your eyes cry
God is shaping you

God does not give a test
That you cannot bear
For every victory
There must be a price

God stirs the sea
Moves mountains
God does more than that
To help you

Sometimes the clay
Is very kneaded
To make a vessel
As He wants

And going through this
The good news comes
Who saw you in the valley
Will be amazed

This is our God
King of the universe
Nothing is impossible
For our God

He does everything
He does everything
Our God does