O Preço Mais Alto

I hear every day the moans of lost souls
Lives that are perishing, dying without God
They even asked me, what’s the worth of a soul
So I replied:
It was the price of my Savior's blood

I was a lost life, worth nothing at all
The world was auctioning off my wounded soul
But Christ offered the highest price
Then He redeemed our lives from the vile tempter
Wake up now, brother, you’re already set free
Ask God to open your eyes, so you can see
That souls are sinking in the deep abyss
That salvation isn’t just for us
But also for the world

Do you have love for the lost souls?
Souls that groan, crying in sadness
We talk too much about missions and do nothing
Wake up, oh church, go seek the souls
Christ is coming back