Especial Demais
Lucely Uchoa
Too Special
Downcast countenance, broken heart
Worried mind and empty heart
You enter your room, stay there crying
Seeing your dreams and projects collapsing
Circumstances say it's all over
And in your head the world collapsed
Distressed, you even think that God has abandoned you
A mother may forget a child she saw born one day
But the Lord will never forget you
You are too special to God
You are valuable, an heir of the Father
You are a precious jewel that the Lord has already made
