Quem Irá

If you close your eyes
Then you will see
By faith, crowds that are about to die
In the valley of indecision
Perish without salvation
They are crying out for someone to help them
It's lives that are thrown in the mire
Chained by Satan, the prince of evil
They are jewels of great value
Belonging to the Lord
Waiting for someone to speak to them of love
Who will go, who will go
The voice of the Lord is sounding in our hearts today
Who will go, who will go
To speak that only in Jesus there is peace and forgiveness
The man who died King Uzziah

I
Saw the Lord seated
On a high and lofty throne
And His train filled the temple
The seraphim were above Him
Each had six wings
With two they covered their faces
With two they covered their feet
And with two they flew
And they called to one another saying
Holy, holy
Holy is the Lord of hosts
The whole earth is full of His glory
And the thresholds of the doors shook
At the voice of the one who called
And the house was filled with smoke
Then I said
Woe is me
For I am undone
Because I am a man of unclean lips
And I dwell in the midst of a people
Of unclean lips
And my eyes have seen the King
The Lord of hosts
And one of the seraphim
Flew to me carrying in his hand a live coal
Taken from the altar with tongs
And with it
He touched my lips
And said, behold
This has touched your lips and your iniquity is taken away
And your sin is purged

After this
I heard the voice of the Lord saying
Whom shall I send
And who will go for us
Then I said
Here am I Lord
Here am I
Send me
Sing with me now
Sing with me
Raise your right hand, sing
Loudly, sing
Who will go, who will go
The voice of the Lord is sounding today
In our hearts
Who will go, who will go
To speak that only in Jesus
There is peace and forgiveness