O Senhor do Tempo
Stênio Március
The Lord of Time
Master, see me as a child
Let me run with Your little ones
Master, with a friendly face, a wide smile, a serene gaze
I came to You as a child and You welcomed me with open arms
What a strange distance now
Lord, remember the boy I once was
Master, I remember seeking
And pouring out, teenage tears
I remember that notebook where I wrote down my prayers
Young, I sought You, the right refuge for a troubled young man
What a strange distance now
Lord, remember the young man I once was
Master, I am much older now
And the love I had, where did it go?
Master, speak to this man, let him be moved, let him start over
Make me run and thus return swiftly to the first love
Let me see my name again
Written in the holy hands of The Lord of Time
