Encontro
Thiago Brado
Meeting
Come, Lord, pass by
I want to touch you
Your grace, finally
Will open in me
A place for Your love to dwell
Come heal my fear
Of looking at myself in the mirror
I want to love myself, not condemn myself
And see Your gaze in my gaze
Come, and touch
With Your glory
My wounded and hurt heart
Console me with Your victory
For I know the empty cross is there
Because You love me so much
