A Viúva e o Profeta

My husband the prophet passed away
Help me because I no longer know what to do
Everything is missing, see what an absurdity
I will lose my children

Prophet I am a widow in oppression
I have two children and a great affliction in my heart
And the creditor came to take my children
It hurts my heart

The prophet said: Declare what you have, woman
I have nothing, just a little oil in a jar

Go, and the prophet says
God has already spoken to me that He will perform miracles
Go, from now on it will not be the same
There will be no lack of bread on your table and the oil will multiply

Everything will be different from now on
Those who saw you cry will see you in Glory
Your children will not be slaves
They will have blessings without measure within your home

Everything will be different, where there was lack there will be abundance
No one will charge you, they will pay you
God removes from your story this stained page
And writes a new story

It will be now, God will bless you!
It will be now, God will honor you!