Árvore Cortada

The enemy's trap reached you
In the middle of the road, it knocked you down
The blow was so great
Like an axe cutting the trunk
And the tree fell, losing its beauty

Your dreams, your desires, and aspirations
Fell to the ground, leaving you without reasons
To continue fighting this war
And the enemies applauded your sad fall
But the enemy's plan did not have total success
For the trunk fell, but he did not see and the root survived

There is hope for the cut tree
It will sprout at the smell of the waters
And like a new plant, its branch will grow
And the river of life is watering you
Making the trunk grow, making the dream reborn
Hope cannot die

The dream set aside you can take back in your hand
The dream that was extinguished
Rises from the ashes, my brother
The tree cut by faith I can already see
That it begins to sprout
That it begins to grow, begins to be reborn
Your dream comes from God and cannot die

The ministry cut down sprouts again
Health sprouts again for the hopeless
This company that failed sprouts again
I am prophesying your life will change
And it will have to sprout at the smell of this river
Unity that ended sprouts again
Hope that the world took away sprouts again
Fasting and prayer sprout again
I am prophesying your life will change
And it will have to sprout in this river of anointing

With the authority of a prophet, I say: Bloom and grow
In the name of Jesus, sprout again
Bloom at the smell of this River