Casa
Marcos Almeida
Home
God chose this flesh
Didn't want the temples I can build
With my hands
Made me a home
I am a dwelling
God's place
That is not out there
But lives inside me
Opened the door and He entered the house
I am under construction
This dwelling will one day be perfection!
God chose this flesh
Didn't want the temples I can build
With my hands, no!
Made me a home
I am a dwelling
God's place
That is not out there
But lives inside me
Open the window, these eyes that shine
One thing they show
Who illuminates it is my Beloved
Changing things around
Inside me, inside me
I am a home
God's place
He dwells in me
Outside it's cold
Outside it's fear
It's the top of the mountain
Desert, empty
Living in me, You warm me
Teach me to be free
Holy Spirit fills me with joy
