A Graça da Garça

(The peace of the Lord, I thank for the rich opportunity
Because the moment is right for someone to speak the truth
The Holy Spirit takes over my being and guides the tip of the pen
I already start to receive the light of the great scheme
I surrender all my being and all my premise
Then begins to arise hunger and thirst for justice)

We grew up believing in some characters from the pulpits
But we found out that some from the Justice League were corrupt
But woe to us who have a spirit of boldness
At least they will say it's a spirit of rebellion
God has the Holy Spirit, the devil has an unclean spirit
Men created a spirit of rebellion to keep our spirit silent

Shhii, quiet! don't even think about making a face
It's better not to disagree if you want to join the feast
I came to make grace, but don't smile because it's serious
It was by making this same grace that Martin Luther died

Our theologians answer questions that no one asked
Our representatives are submissive servants of haughtiness
I prefer to follow the master who taught us the lesson
Learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart

And the TV programs that were meant to preach salvation
Are now advertising churches and promoting books and magazines
CDs and DVDs and turning the humble servant into a puppet in their whys

Where is the preaching of the cross?
They borrowed the name of our Lord Jesus as an emblem
But when they are applauded thinking they did well
Don't forget that God does not share his glory with anyone

The grace of the heron
The art of living in the mud without dirtying the clothes

In a country where our future sleeps under viaducts with
Cold, fever, and hunger, unhappy adult minds
Our prophets would say: They also do not live in the light
And I ask you in the gospel what would Jesus say?

The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head
Someone explain this gospel to me before I go crazy!
Which gospel is right? Jesus' or the church's?
Explain to me, brother! why this expression of surprise?
I see that it's not the same gospel, although
They teach us to call our faults the Holy Spirit

Why are the women forgiven by Jesus
Today victimized, judged, and stoned by us?

Why is the confessed excluded? Why is the possessed included?
Why do those who were wronged always side with me?
Why are those who cover their sins called friends
While the confessed who ask for forgiveness are humiliated and banished?

They cry out: Repent! Without repentance
After they knew the riches, they no longer preach the rapture

I don't mind having a mansion, a car, or means
Or a boat, or having money, a jet, or a plane
I just say one thing, my brother, pay attention
Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also

Our Levites put on a show, their fame is an illusory world
There are no longer worshippers, just entertainers of the audience
See? they no longer carry the ark of the covenant
Because they are carried by a bunch of security guards

God sees all things, nothing is hidden from him in the cities
But he still looks for those who worship him in spirit and truth
And our faith is declining every day
God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah but his spirit still lives:

Whoever has no car and money has a burden
Who has goods, stocks, and millions pays the tax
Tell me, is this the gospel proposed by Jesus Christ?
Why is the old sparkle in your eyes no longer there?
They cry out like John the Baptist and are masters
But no one stays in the desert eating locusts and wild honey

Microfiber suit, Italian shoe model
But no one wants to stay in the sun wearing camel skin

In one thing they imitate John the Baptist, acknowledge
They received the mission to end up losing their heads

Fools! and if today they ask for your soul?
Fool! what good will all the applause do for you?
Fool! if the concrete jungle has become your mansion
Don't forget that in it God released his son the lion

The grace of the heron
The art of living in the mud without dirtying the clothes

But whoever hungers and thirsts for justice will be satisfied!
They speak in strange tongues, what I do is interpret
It descends on my face, sometimes hotter than magma
I interpret strange tongues because God interpreted my tears

Repent, don't live a life of deceit anymore
Don't let Satan smile at what you call grace

We don't need a bag of salt to calm our war
We are the light of the world, we are the salt of the earth!
We don't need a stone from Israel
Because we have the cornerstone called God Emmanuel!

I don't want Jerusalem bread, not even anointed water
I have drunk living waters, I have eaten the bread of life!

I don't believe in powerful prayer, I have aversion to it
I believe in a powerful God who hears my prayer!

I thought they didn't accept me because of the rhythm
But now I know they don't accept me because I preach the true gospel
But as it was written in ancient times
That they would gnash their teeth when hearing the truth

Finally, on the great day when God shows his power
He will see that the gospel showed grace, but never played with you!

The grace of the heron
The art of living in the mud without dirtying the clothes