É Pra Vencer
Rosilene Martins
It's to Win
You talk around that life is just suffering
How many times have you felt like stopping
Your way is to complain, saying: There's no way!
You even regret that you're just another in the wind
That happiness is made of crying!
But I believe in the promises
And your story, this way, won't end
The words of this book no one can dispute
I'm just here as a prophet, the one who sent me doesn't make mistakes
He will turn your captivity upside down
Because not everything that happens is as we want
I know life is made of thorns
When you stumble, the best remedy is to get up again!
Persevere, move forward without looking back
Because when you cross the gates, you'll step on streets of gold
God has prepared a dwelling for you in glory
If in this thorny life, today you cry
Know that in the other, you will smile!
God designs things that man never imagines
His architect diploma no one challenges
Behold the dwelling he made for you
Where your feet will never be hurt
Where everything is more beautiful and beauty has no end!
A city of pure gold
Where rust does not corrode the treasure
Where sadness will never exist
Where praise will never cease
A beautiful choir in triumphant praise
Will make you understand in detail that the crown of honor
And the trophy of glory
Is for those who overcome
