Minha Morada

Jesus, where are You?
Jesus, you can come in
Jesus, I'll only stay if You come
If You come

I look at myself and see a small mortal
I look inside and think: I don't want to be the same
I look at my hands, tired of the natural
I look at my heart, I seek the supernatural of God

Take my hands, I don't need them
If it's not to touch You, You can keep them
Take my heart, I don't need it
If it's not to feel You, take it from me
But come, but come

Jesus, where are You?
Jesus, you can come in
Jesus, I'll only stay if You come
If You come

I look at myself and see a small mortal
I look inside and think: I don't want to be the same
I look at my hands, tired of the natural
I look at my heart, I seek the supernatural of God

Take my hands, I don't need them
If it's not to touch You, You can keep them
Take my heart, I don't need it
If it's not to feel You, take it from me, oh

Take my hands, I, I don't need them
If it's not to touch You, You can keep them
I give You my heart, I don't need it
If it's not to feel You, take it from me, ah

I found my dwelling place
I love my dwelling place
You are my dwelling place
I found my dwelling place
I love my dwelling place
You are my dwelling place

I found my dwelling place
I love my dwelling place
You are my dwelling place
I found my dwelling place
I love my dwelling place
You are my dwelling place, God

Take my hands, I don't need them
If it's not to touch You, You can keep them
Take my heart, I don't need it
If it's not to feel You, take it from me

Take my hands, God, I don't need them
If it's not to touch You, You can keep them
Take my heart, I don't need it
If it's not to feel You, take it from me
But come, but come