Não Tem Lógica

It makes no sense, a woman who was sterile giving birth
A clay jar that produces oil just to sustain a widow
It makes no sense, a woman crossing the crowd
Touching Jesus' garments with her hand
And instantly receiving her healing

It makes no sense
A doctor saying someone will die but they're alive
Medicine declaring they won't walk, but they're walking
And that blind man who couldn't see but Jesus made him see

It makes no sense
Someone who was a slave now becoming a governor
Someone who used to beg being called a doctor
And now can sit at the table next to the king

God will act beyond logic for you to see
That He never depends on anyone
What man thinks is madness
After God's intervention becomes pure truth
God will act beyond 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 begins and what ends
It makes no sense for you to keep crying like this
If God turns what was imperfect into perfection
And it's this God, brother, who takes care of you

We are singing to you, you who lost hope for some reason
And no longer believe that God can lift you up
We are singing to you, who left your dreams behind
And can no longer see God restoring your life
And who no longer believes in your calling or ministry
Listen, God will do with you what is beyond your expectations
God will heal you, restore you, and fill you with a new anointing!

God will prove to you that He is the God of the impossible
And will use your life, your testimony to show the world
That He is the God who transforms, restores, and changes all things out of love for you
Hallelujah!

It makes no sense