Pout Porri de Guaranias

I remember with longing and sometimes my heart cries
The night is coming, I can't wait
To go to church to worship God

And when I arrive I look at the altar, I see the pastor sitting
Looking at the silent church
I see in his eyes a suffering look

Because he remembers with longing the first little church
That was small and cramped
And there was no light to brighten
But when the pastor preached the sky opened
The church prayed and the power fell
That was a praying church

Small church, where God spoke
The power fell and Jesus visited his church
Where is that little church now?
Where the praise rose
And at the same moment the power fell

There were a hundred sheep, together in the fold
There were a hundred sheep, which the lover took care of
But one afternoon, counting them all
One was missing, one was missing and sadly he cried

He left the ninety-nine in the fold
And through the mountains, he went to look for her
He found her groaning, trembling with cold
He healed her wounds, then carried her on his shoulders and returned to the fold

Divine companion on the way
I feel your presence as I walk
For you have dispelled all shadows
I have light, the blessed light of love

Stay, Lord, it's getting late
You have my heart to rest
Make in me a permanent dwelling
Stay, Lord, stay, my savior

The king is coming back, the king is coming back
The trumpet is sounding, calling my name
Yes, the king is coming back, the king is coming back
Hallelujah! He is coming to take me

The market is empty, his work has stopped
The hammer of the workers, the noise has ceased
The reapers in the field have finished their work
The whole earth is in suspense, it's the return of the Lord

The king is coming back, the king is coming back
The trumpet is sounding, calling my name
Yes, the king is coming back, the king is coming back
Hallelujah! He is coming to take me