Remédio Certo

What to do
When the road comes to an end
There's no way out
That the remedy doesn't exist for the wound
Hope has already died
And there's no faith

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

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