En Los Brazos Del Padre
Diante do Trono
In The Father's Arms
Father, I am here, look at me
Desperate for more of you
Your presence is my sustenance
Your word my food
I need to hear your voice
Telling me like this
Come, beloved son
Come to rest in my arms
And I will surely lead you to my altar
I will talk to you there
With My love, I will wrap you up
I want to look into your eyes
I will heal your wounds
Come, beloved son
Come as you are
Father, my Father
My Dad, Abba Father
Father, my Father
My Dad, Abba Father
Father, my Father
My Dad, Abba Father
Father, my Father
My Dad, Abba Father
Father, my Father
My Dad, Abba Father
