Confiarei

I lift up my eyes to the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth
Some trust in chariots, others in horses
But we will remember the name of the Lord

There are moments when friends cannot help us
There are paths so difficult to pass through

The mountains are so high and in front the raging sea
In those times, the only desire is to cry
But even if I have to face the desert
Even if I walk in the valley, I will praise

I will not let the struggle destroy my faith
I will not fear, I will wait in the promise
I will trust

Even if the waters are troubled, I will trust
Even if the mountains shake, I will wait on the Lord

Even if it seems impossible, I will look up
My help is in You, I will call upon Your name

I will trust, in You Lord