Até Teus Braços
Cassiane
Until Your Arms
You've known me since I was in my mother's womb
He breathed an eternal promise into me
From the throne to Your altar here, we feel
Your presence here is overwhelming us
Saddle your white horse and come
Galileo, King of kings
I'm in a hurry to belong to You
My fiancé, I've already reserved my olive oil
My fiancé, I've already reserved my olive oil
Marching I go
Running towards You
Until Your arms
Marching I go
Running towards You
Until Your arms
Marching I go
Running towards You
Until Your arms
Marching I go
Running towards You
Until Your arms
And nothing will be stolen
My crown, my crown
And nothing will be stolen
My crown, my crown
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest
I am anxious, oh my Lord
I will March into Your arms
Running towards You
Until Your arms
We are not the ones who are going backwards
But rather those who March towards you
