Um Homem, Um Tanque, Uma Cama

A man
A tank
A bed
This was the scene that happened every day in Bethesda

One day, the scene changes
Because a Nazarene character appeared
Now it was a man, a tank, a bed
And the Son of God

Who asks you: Psst, do you want to be healed?
Then the man said: Me?
My problem is the tank, my turn has passed
He was a man in a bed blaming the tank
But so said the Lord

Oh paralytic, get up
Forget the tank and never come back here
But the bed you will have to carry
So as not to forget your past
Nor who healed you

There are moments when Jesus makes us carry the bed
So as not to forget our past, nor where He took us from
The man was in Jerusalem
He no longer depended on anyone
But the order was to carry the bed, so he did

Listen to the voice of God that tells you today
Never forget your roots
For through them the name of the Lord will be glorified

And if it happens that God uses you
To win lives wherever you go
And as you extend your hand
Healings, miracles, and a rain of anointing will come down

Do not forget where you came from
You were a man in the tank, but He saw you
He healed you, told you to walk
Leave the tank, but the bed is to carry

To not forget who healed you
To not forget who extended the hand to you
Give glory to Him, exalt Him
For through the bed you will see the glory of God

You can sing, but the glory belongs to God
You can preach, but the glory belongs to God
You can grow, but the glory belongs to God
You can get rich, but the glory belongs to God

You can sing, but the glory belongs to God
You can preach, but the glory belongs to God
Give glory to Him, exalt Him
For through the bed you will see the glory of God

And if it happens that God uses you
To win lives wherever you go
And as you extend your hand
Healings, miracles, and a rain of anointing will come down

Do not forget where you came from
You were a man in the tank, but He saw you
He healed you, told you to walk
You look all nice, but the bed is to carry

To not forget who healed you
To not forget who extended the hand to you
Give glory to Him, exalt Him
For through the bed you will see the glory of God

You can sing, but the glory belongs to God
You can preach, but the glory belongs to God
You can grow, but the glory belongs to God
You can get rich, but the glory belongs to God

You can sing, but the glory belongs to God
You can preach, but the glory belongs to God
Give glory to Him, exalt Him
For through the bed you will see the glory of God

Just do not forget the bed
The secret to any success