Nosso Sonho

Lord, we had a dream
To compose a song
That flies through the air
And comes to land
Like a tongue of fire
In those who came to seek you

We want to be the land
That the lord sows the wheat
The source of living water
From where the rivers flow
Clothe us in this song
As you do with the lilies of the field

Oh fire that comes from the sky
Come and burn inside of me
Like the bush in the desert
Burning endlessly

Behold, everything is made new
And we return to the beginning
Lambs consecrated
To be your sacrifice

Like a child asks for bread
Our humble prayer
Pour out, lord, in this song
The anointing of the holy spirit!