No Silêncio Das Pausas

Spirit of God, who brought me here to worship
And by faith in your clothes touch
See your glory, as it is
My soul is thirsty for You, Lord
I feel you in the silence of the pauses of my praise

Cherubim and Angels, Seraphim, Archangels and Myriads
Empty of themselves and raptured before You
They extol and adore the beauty of your holiness

I don't want to serve you from afar
I don't want to hear just the angels singing
I want to sustain your glory with my song

Holy Spirit that ascends, that descends
And commands the wind and it obeys
And probe the intimacy of the tremendous God

Come teach me how to worship you
How to touch the hem of your garment
In such a way that you can understand
That it was me, Lord, in the middle of the crowd who touched you

Holy Spirit that ascends, that descends
And commands the wind and it obeys
And probe the intimacy of the tremendous God

Come teach me how to worship you
How to touch the hem of your garment
In such a way that you can understand
That it was me, Lord, in the middle of the crowd who touched you
It was me, Lord, in the crowd who touched you

Yes, it was me, in the middle of the crowd, I touched you, it was me, Lord
Hallelujah!
In the crowd, who touched you
It was me, Lord, who played, it was me, Lord

It was me who touched you, Lord