Não Há Impossíveis

For God there are no impossibles
From death he takes life
From a desert he makes sprout
A river of such deep waters.
For God there are no impossibles
From ashes he raises his faith
Exchanges this heart for a new one
And everything goes back into place

How long has it been since you cried?
How long has it been since a hymn touched you?
Where did the heart sensitive to the spirit of God go?
What happened?

Make a better garden reborn
Heaven has not closed, the source is still there
Wet where it dried, surrender again
To sing, to cry, to move the heart of God.