Bom Pastor
Mateus Brito
Good Shepherd
Uncertainties, insecure I am
My King is gone, I will never see Him again
I am walking to Emmaus
I will give up, I will not be able to live without You
Until I felt Your perfume, filling this place
Until I heard Your sweet voice
Calling me
Good shepherd
Your voice is sweet like honey, Your voice is sweet like honey
Good shepherd, I hear Your voice amidst the crowd
I hear Your voice amidst the crowd (I hear)
My eyes were opened as He broke the bread
My eyes were opened
While He spoke, my heart burned
My eyes were opened as He broke the bread
King of glory take Your place come and take Your place
