Não Tem Lógica
Nilton Cézar & Andréa Chrys
It Doesn't Make Sense
It doesn't make sense
A woman who was barren giving birth
A clay pot that produces
Oil just to support a widow
It doesn't make sense
A woman pushing through the crowd
Touching the hem of Jesus with her hand
And in that moment receiving her healing
It doesn't make sense
A doctor saying you're gonna die, but you're alive
Medicine declaring you won't walk, but you're walking
And that blind man who couldn't see, but Jesus made him see
It doesn't make sense
Someone who was a slave now becoming a governor
Someone who was begging now being called a doctor
And now can sit at the table with the king
God will act outside of logic for you to see
That He never depends on anyone
What man thinks is madness
After God's action becomes pure truth
God will act outside of logic to show you
That for Him there’s no time, day, or place
For God, a week doesn’t have seven days
He decides what starts and what ends
It doesn't make sense for you to be crying like that
If God turns what was imperfect into right
And it’s this God, brother, who takes care of you
It doesn't make sense
A doctor saying you're gonna die, but you're alive
Medicine declaring you won't walk, but you're walking
And that blind man who couldn't see, but Jesus made him see
It doesn't make sense
Someone who was a slave now becoming a governor
Someone who was begging now being called a doctor
And now can sit at the table with the king
God will act outside of logic for you to see
That He never depends on anyone
What man thinks is madness
After God's action becomes pure truth
God will act outside of logic to show you
That for Him there’s no time, day, or place
For God, a week doesn’t have seven days
He decides what starts and what ends
It doesn't make sense for you to be crying like that
If God turns what was imperfect into right
And it’s this God, brother, who takes care of you
It doesn't make sense
