Grão de Trigo

Can mourning be a song of praise?
Where tears fall, but they’re not sad at all
What kind of death brings us joy?
For the wheat to grow, the grain must die

Those who lose, gain
Those who die, live
And I surrender to give it all
Choose the fools
Confound the wise
To announce your Kingdom

Germinated grain of wheat
Brings life to your own
What dies has more life
Full life in your presence, God

A day in your presence is worth more
Than thousands far from you
Eternity in your presence
Nothing makes me happier