Tu És Escolhido

Don't sing pretty
Don't talk pretty
Don't preach pretty
Not influential, but chosen
Without good looks, no fancy clothes

Designer shoes, unemployed, but chosen
If employed, only earns a salary
The rented house is so haunted, but chosen
Don't worry about anything, so many were called
But you were chosen

Some people think
That God looks at appearance, but they're wrong
Some people think
That God looks at status, but they're mistaken
Some people think
That God is impressed by vain riches

But God is not concerned with earthly things
God doesn't look at appearance, He sees the heart
Don't worry about it, just keep worshiping
God is receiving your praise, recording it

Don't be disturbed, let those who want to talk
Keep praising to shake up hell
Your praise is rising, the wall is falling
While you give glory, God is listening
Keep waiting at the door like Mordecai
And leave the rest to God

If you don't sing pretty, but you are chosen
Speak everything wrong, but you are chosen
No one wants to be a friend
But you are chosen, chosen by God

Appearance deceives, man sees the outside
The hidden belongs only to the king of glory
But those who are chosen with a shout of glory
It was God who chose you

Don't sing pretty
Don't talk pretty
Don't preach pretty
Not influential, but chosen

Chosen, chosen, chosen, chosen
Chosen, chosen by God
Chosen, chosen, chosen, chosen
Chosen, chosen by God
Chosen, chosen, chosen, chosen
Chosen, chosen by God