Preço do Dom

The sky has turned dark, the wind is blowing
The war surrounds me, but I’m still fighting
The gift reveals itself, to comfort us
The soul then groaning, starts to cry out

But the price of the gift is tears, in the anguish of the soul in pain
Your tears cry for help and aid from your creator

I think no one understands me, they don’t see my suffering
They don’t feel my distress, no one comes to help me
God’s gift is beautiful
But the price is to cry, to go through fiery trials, without ever losing heart

But the price of the gift is tears, in the anguish of the soul in pain
Your tears cry for help and aid from your creator

If you’re crying, don’t understand why
Suffering shows up, the flesh doesn’t want to hurt
Know that your distress is the price of the gift
But believe, my brother, God will pull you from the prison