O Meu Tudo É Deus
Joyce Queiroz
My Everything is God
Job, what good did it do to serve God
Look at how you are
Even the tear on your face dried up
Job, what is going on inside you
Why do you still insist on living
If everything is over for you
Curse your God and die
How to worship someone who doesn't help you
Tell me, what is left for you to smile about
Look, I lost my friends, my children
My house, my servants, my possessions
But compare it to what I still have
That no one will take from me
That's why I worship, I worship only Him
Not for what He does, but for who He is
He is all I have and no one will
Take from me
My everything is God, my everything is God
The enemy said I took everything from you
But my everything is God
My everything is God, my everything is God
The enemy said I took everything from you
But my everything is God
My everything is my God
My everything is my God
He, yes, I cannot lose
My everything is my God
My everything is my God
He, yes, I cannot lose
