Visão de Isaías

In the year that King Uzziah died
I saw the Lord seated on a high and lofty throne
And His glory filled the entire temple
Above Him, I saw seraphim flying
Each had six wings and I watched
With two they covered their faces
With two they covered their feet
And with two they flew
And they called to one another exalting God
It was beautiful, the sound I heard from heaven
That angelic chant enveloped me there

And one said: Holy, Holy, Holy
The other: Holy, Holy, Holy
They flew and sang, saying
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
With reverence they worshipped
The Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
In an unmatched harmony
In a celestial choir
Which I had never seen

And the thresholds of the doors shook at the voice of the one who called
And the house was filled with smoke, oh what glory!
I watched
And I said: Woe is me!
For I am perishing
I am a man of unclean lips
And I dwell among a people of unclean lips

And my eyes have seen the King
The Lord of Hosts
And my eyes have seen the King
The Lord of Hosts

But one of the seraphim flew to me
Holding in his hand a live coal he had taken from the altar with tongs
And he touched my mouth with it and said
Behold, this has touched your lips
And your iniquity is taken away
And your sin is purged

After this I heard the voice of the Lord saying
Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?

Then I said: Here I am, here I am
Send me, here I am, here I am

Prostrated, humbled, surrendered, burned
Touched, molded, I am a vessel of clay
Ready to be used, sent, ordained
With burnt lips, You command and I speak
To all peoples, to rich, to poor
To layman, to doctor, I will speak, Lord
I am no longer mine, now I am Yours
Send me

After this encounter, I know I am ready
Lord, here I am
After this encounter, I know I am ready
Lord, here I am

Here I am, here I am