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The trail of what I do to satisfy the desire
Therefore the step that is taken determines what I believe
The rap that removes the bond of other people's judgment
Free from the gloom I hunt the lukewarm and with Christ I set fire

Because in the strength of my arm I lived only with fears
After so much failure, I retrace the path I came from
When the chest has fragments of the ugliest sin
The gospel is the punchline against full hell

Haaaa, Judge me, incapable, boy
War is holy and the general of the country is the prince of peace
Without massage in Alcatraz, I won't destroy your cell
In your book I am kept and I did not sleep, I am a sentinel
The protest of a martyrdom that on the cross does not yellow
The blood that flowed into your chest cured all my sequelae
The garden became a city, I believe one day I will live in it
What died has risen, now retire your sails

Jack the Sinner is talking about Christ, cancel it
Forgive the boldness of those who are not in the pot
Integrality in the mission
It's being able to look people in the eye and give up my reason
Brother, he who ascended to heaven will return
From the throne the righteous judge will judge us
My verse is an instrument in the hand of the king of the universe
And I don't use king of the universe to promote my verses

Who would have thought, what will I say?!
Tell the Pharisee that the tax collector has seen the king
He entered your house, sat at your table
And took him to the communion of saints with royalty

Who would have thought, what will I say?!
Tell the Pharisee that the tax collector has seen the king
He entered your house, sat at your table
And took him to the communion of saints with royalty

Now new life presents itself in living waters
From the cup I drink and participate in suffering
The gospel that calls and activates me is raw
Introduce me to the metanoia that doesn't go away with time

I'm tired of trying to guarantee my ticket with what is temporary
If Christ doesn't tell me to do it
I don't know why trying to captivate those who opened the captivity
There's nothing I do that makes him love me more or less
Accepted me when I was an enemy and tasting the snake's terrible poison
Affront with holy purpose, heart manufacturing more idols
In the saga I look for neophytes, who willingly make more disciples

Following apostolic teaching, the gospel generates a bond for us
The end of acts does not close logically and we continue writing the chapter

And I say I say, a pen in the prophet's hand is a danger
Sentence of the ego is new life in Christ
I went unnoticed by those who threw stones at me
The soul that loves much will be forgiven

And I say I say, the giant burden I left on the way
Whoever said the sky is the limit is wrong, no one will see you walking alone
He will give new wine and eternity in communion
Prepare a table with my enemies
In order to bring reconciliation

Who knew what I would say?!
Tell the Pharisee that the tax collector has seen the king
He entered your house, sat at your table
And took him to the communion of saints with royalty

Who knew what I would say?!
Tell the Pharisee that the tax collector has seen the king
He entered your house, sat at your table
And took him to the communion of saints with royalty