Culto do Calvário
Anderson Freire
Cult Of Calvary
Imagine a church, its name is Calvary
Imagine a pastor himself is the preacher
Imagine an altar and, on top of the tar, two thieves beside him
And at the time of offering, he himself is the sacrifice
Imagine him looking, looking for his disciples
Friends who said: I'm going to worship
Gone, gone, gone
Nobody sang a single song
But he was the preaching itself
His body was bread, his blood was wine
Alone built the only way
At the height of Jesus' career
He held a cult there on the cross
How many wanted to see him come down from the tree
How many wanted to see the preacher die
And when your heart stopped
So they thought: The master failed
But on the third day the preacher came back
That's why the cult of Calvary never ended
The preacher returned the service in action has an end
At the Lion's arm, hell was silent
Judah arose and worshiped him
Silence no more, each day the glory grows higher
And it will be even bigger
When at last the church and heaven are one
His body was bread his blood was wine
Alone built the only way
At the height of Jesus' career
He held a cult there on the cross
How many wanted to see him come down from the tree
How many wanted to see the preacher die
And when your heart stopped
So they thought: The master failed
But on the third day the preacher came back
That's why the cult of Calvary never ended
The preacher has returned, the service has no end
At the lion's cry, hell was silent
Judah arose and worshiped him
Silence no more, each day the glory grows higher
And it will be even bigger
When at last the church and heaven are one
Yes I love the message of the cross
'Til I die I will proclaim it
I will also carry my cross
'Té for a crown exchange!
The preacher has returned, the service has no end
At the lion's cry, hell was silent
Judah arose and worshiped him
Silence no more, each day the glory grows higher
And it will be even bigger
When at last the church and heaven are one
