Ele É
Maurizélia
He Is
Your spilled blood
Flowed for my sins
On the cross was there
Did not give up, died for me
His feet and hands nailed
Wounded and mistreated
He paid without deserving
His heart stopped, for mine to beat
For mine to beat
He took the key of hell in his hand
They killed the lamb, resurrected the lion
Death, nor the stone, could hold
On a throne of glory, exalted he is
He is the 4th man who walked in the furnace
The fire on the bush, that Moses saw
He is the bread of life, is the water flowing
The last and first, is the cornerstone
It is he who walks among the candlesticks
Compared to the Sun, his face shines brighter
He who rules time, and the direction of the wind
Is here, there, all over the world at the same time
It is he who makes and undoes, who abates and exalts, who wounds and heals
It is his, by him, for him, it is only his, all glory and his
Does not err, does not fail, does not tire, does not hurry, never delays
Does not ask advice from man, for he only does what pleases him
He is the holy lamb, he is the guardian of Israel
He is the author of life, he is the bridge to heaven
The creator of everything, yet self-existent
My poetry, the coherent inspiration
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
He is fire, he is water
He is life, he is healing
He is presence, evidence
Excellence, beauty
He is the key, he is the door, the entrance, the
Exit
He is strength, courage He is everything, He is life
He took the key of hell in his hand
They killed the lamb, resurrected the lion
Death, nor the stone, could hold
On a throne of glory, exalted he is
He is the 4th man who walked in the furnace
The fire on the bush, that Moses saw
He is the bread of life, is the water flowing
The last and first, is the cornerstone
It is he who walks among the candlesticks
Compared to the Sun, his face shines brighter
He who rules time, and the direction of the wind
Is here, there, all over the world at the same time
It is he who makes and undoes, who abates and exalts, who wounds and heals
It is his, by him, for him, it is only his, all glory and his
Does not err, does not fail, does not tire, does not hurry, never delays
Does not ask advice from man, for he only does what pleases him
He is the holy lamb, he is the guardian of Israel
He is the author of life, he is the bridge to heaven
The creator of everything, yet self-existent
My poetry, the coherent inspiration
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
