Vaso Escolhido

Chosen vessel
If in the midst of tribulations you complain
And say I can't handle it anymore
And in the lion's dens, you cry
And say my God, what will become of me

You look for a way out and think it's the end
But the God of the impossible says: I am here
You are a chosen vessel
You were anointed to overcome

You follow the God of the impossible, he is fighting for you
Your name is above all names, he makes principalities fall to the ground
Hell may rise up but the God of the impossible is with you
Your feet are on the thorns

So many stones they threw at you to see you fall
With shoulders so tired from the heavy cross
But remember that one day God will exalt you
And what he promised you will come to pass