Não Tenho Outro Bem
Trazendo a Arca
I Have No Other Good
It doesn't matter what I am
Nor what I have
In front of what You are
I bring my clothes
My crown
And offer to You
Like the twenty-four elders
And the entry into Jerusalem
The woman in Simon's house
I throw myself at Your feet
I have no other good besides You
I have no other good besides You
I have no other good besides You, Lord
I love You, I want You
I adore You, my Lord
