A Sarça

I wish to understand why God chose to speak to Moses
That humble bush, planted in the desert, with so many flowers
The voice of His presence, the flame of His glory
Burned among the leaves
And standing in a bush, and standing in a bush
He showed Himself to the world.
I can't imagine why God chose me
If I'm not the best
In His eyes, we both resemble that bush and I
I can't believe, I can't believe
That God finds me the best
If a bush could burn, if a bush could burn
I want to burn too
Burn me, burn me, burn me at least once!
There are so many sad bushes, planted on the path
That no one values!
For with the desert winds, they suffered greatly
The world broke them!
But whether you are worth little or worth nothing
Heaven has not forgotten you
Even being a bush, even being a bush
The Lord has already chosen you!
Burn me, burn me, burn me at least once!
Burn me, burn me, burn me at least once!