Estou No Controle

Rest, child, I'm in control
In control of your life, in control of your home
In control of everything

Rest and do my work
Let whoever wants to talk, judging your appearance
The final word is still mine

So do my work, my child
Sing, my child, worship me, my child
While you worship me, my child
I take care, my child, I save, my child
Giving you deliverance outside and inside time
Because I am your God

Let whoever wants to talk, worship me
The giant rises, worship me
I take care of the lack of clothes, worship me
In calm or distress, worship me
I will enter with providence and
Change the situation