Pobre de Mim

Poor me, that's how I saw myself
For all I went through, I almost died
It was too much what they tried against me
And if it wasn't for a miracle, I wouldn't be here

But I am loved, kept by Him
I am anointed, His beloved
Beloved, kept by Him
Anointed, His beloved

And God lifted me from the dust
It was beautiful what He did
When I thought I was alone
He gave me victory once again

They did everything to destroy me
And for a moment, I almost gave up
But I have dreams and I will go to the end
And what God promised me
I know He will fulfill