A Canção do Exílio

The exile song was a cry
And the shipwreck of plans left me fallen to the ground
But I could find a door
Someone to console me
Jesus was everything in my life, became the theme of my songs

I need God, I need God
I need God at all times

I feel the need to praise you
For my eyes rejoice in your deeds my lord
In the singing bird
In the birds always flying
I see your science that shows the greatness that comes from your hands