Confidência

I don't tell anyone, no one needs to know
What I do or what I don't do
My life is an open book
In the hands of my Lord
He knows the story of this poor sinner
If someone says I'm weak, He already knew
Because He walks with me at night, night and day
He knows my flaws
He probes my heart
He knows when I'm wrong
Or when I'm right
And many people wonder
Why He loves me so much
They criticize my story
Forgetting that Jesus is the author

We are children of glory
Written with blood ink
By the hand of the one who died
On the cross to save us
Chosen, light of the world
Salt of the Earth, we are the flavor
That gives taste to this bad world
We are a real life story
And Jesus is the author