Igreja Pequena

I remember with longing sometimes
My heart cries, night is coming
I can't wait to go to church to worship God

And when I arrive, I look at the altar
I see the pastor sitting, looking at the silent church
I see in his eyes a sorrowful look

Because he remembers with longing the first little church
It was small and cramped
And there was no light to brighten

But when the pastor preached, the sky opened up
The church prayed and the power fell
That was a praying church

Small church where God spoke
The power fell and Jesus visited His church
Where is that little church now
And the praise rose and at that moment the power fell

I feel that this church is like it was before
The children sing and give glory
And the youth are strong in faith

And when this church cries out, the Lord answers
Sending His glory and His power
Making miracles happen

And today the pastor of this church is happy
Teaching what the Bible says
Keeping his church strong and faithful

And the whole church continues in prayer
Marching forward in consecration
The praying church will dwell in heaven

Small church where God spoke
The power fell and Jesus visited His church
Where is that little church now
And the praise rose and at that moment the power fell

And the praise rose and at that moment the power fell