Não Faltará Azeite Sobre Mim

Oh God, what happened to me
I was becoming empty of your glory
Empty of your glory

But with what remains in me
I come to ask, fill me again
Fill me again

But I read in your word about a desperate woman
Who had nothing in her house
Except a little oil in her jar

But the prophet said go and borrow vessels
Take a little oil among
And close the door of your room and the Lord who can do everything will do your miracle

I enter my room
And close the door to seek your glory
There will be no lack of oil on me
There will be no lack of oil on me

And fill me until in me
Overflows the power of your glory
There will be no lack of oil on me
There will be no lack of oil on me