Crente Rico, Rico Pobre

There are many people deceived
They only have an imported car
Already think they're all that
Go to Banco do Brasil
Withdraw five hundred thousand
I'm rich, I'm fine
I don't need anything else
I have a clean name in the square
I have the world in my hands
This individual doesn't know that the indivisible God
Has space in His hands

When He speaks to the earth
The earth trembles
When He speaks to man
Man disappears like that
The Glory is only His, it's for Him, it's all for Him
And this church worships Him

You can have money in your pocket, a yacht to sail
You can have a beautiful plane or a private island
If you don't have Jesus in your life
You have nothing, you're miserable
You're poor, poor
Who said believers are poor: It's the devil's lie
The believer has a mansion made of gold up high
One day we'll ascend, possess this dwelling
And dine with Jesus

There are many people talking
About the believers from this state and the whole region
Saying that believers are backward
That it's a thing of the past
Even speaking ill of Christians
When they see a humble brother
They mock him, laughing, calling him a fool
Pay attention
My friend, be careful
There are angels all around this brother

This brother is a millionaire
Doesn't have an imported car
Doesn't have a house here on Earth
Lives in a rented room
But in the golden city that is made up high
There's already a reserved place

You can have money in your pocket, a yacht to sail
You can have a beautiful plane or a private island
If you don't have Jesus in your life
You have nothing, you're miserable
You're poor, poor
Who said believers are poor: It's the devil's lie
The believer has a mansion made of gold up high
One day we'll ascend, possess this dwelling
And dine with Jesus