A Palavra

The Lord called me, in my mother's womb
And anointed me to be a prophet to the nations.
Words of life in dryness.
Planting hope in hearts.
In the desert like a river
Quenching the thirsty.
And in the night be a candle, that cannot help but light up

Bringing peace, Bringing the bow
Destroying, building
Being the voice of God, being strong and weak
Always, here I am
The word, the word, the word of the Lord
The power of the Holy Spirit
With firmness and love

The Lord called me...

The word, the word, the word of the Lord
The power of the Holy Spirit

If he commanded me to speak
I cannot hide
I will climb the mountain, be a herald
I need to say

Bringing peace, bringing the bow...