Estou trocando a tristeza

I'm trading sadness, I'm trading shame
I leave them behind, for the joy of the Father
I'm trading sickness, I'm trading pain
I leave them here, for the joy of the Father

I say: yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Lord!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Lord!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Lord
Amen.

Afflicted and pursued, but never destroyed
Wounded but not finished
The curse has no power, for His blessing goes beyond
His joy is my strength!
Though the weeping lasts for a night,
Joy comes in the morning.