Remédio Certo

What to do
When the road comes to an end
There’s no way out
And the remedy doesn’t exist for the wound
Hope is already dead
And there’s no faith

It’s not the end
There’s someone who helps you
Call Him
He helped me, I’ll tell you His name
He was a carpenter and now He’s King
Grew up in Nazareth
Jesus, the author of my faith

He’s the right remedy to heal your wound
An open door if you
Haven’t found a way out
He’s the rest for the weary
Relief for the desperate
For the hungry, He’s the bread
In the desert, He’s water
For those who thirst to drink
And in the cold, a blanket
For those who need to warm up
He’s a shield and protector
My Jesus is everything to me
I will worship His name
As long as I live here