Volte a Sonhar

Take your harp from the willow
Dream again with those who dream
Fill your mouth with praise
My brother exalt the name of the Lord
For God has never forgotten you

The wind has taken away your joy
You no longer have the strength to sing
Your hope has gone away
And you only groan and cry
You are tired of fighting

It's a desert in your life
But it's not the end of the struggle
God just wants to tell you
That in the midst of this desert
He is always close by
And will never abandon you

God will break your captivity
Take you out of this desert
God will put an end to your pain
And declare bankruptcy to hell
He opens the door for you
And then you will sing again

Those who see you now won't believe
That God has lifted you up and will use you now
You have something special in your praise
Open your mouth and exterminate evil
Praise preach in the anointing
The supernatural will happen

Dream again, sing again, you can cry
You are more than a conqueror
Dream again, sing again, you can cry
Believe, you are much more than a conqueror
Take your harp from the willow.