O Escolhido
Wagner Roberto
The Chosen One
Who looked at that young man in the field
His father's sheep shepherding, did not imagine
That he would have a glorious future, what surprises the Almighty God
Had reserved for him
He was red-haired but of beautiful countenance
Small but brave enough, feared nothing
He faced bears and even lions
He played his harp in anointing and evil left
Come Samuel, fill the oil vessel and now come
Because I have been pleased with someone
And I have already placed my hand on him
Come Samuel, from the house of Jesse the Bethlehemite
Because even if no one believes in him
It is David my chosen one to be King
Who looks at you sitting on that bench
Forgotten and often humiliated
I know the idea does not come
The place where God will put you
How much he will still exalt you, what he is capable of
Who looks at you with a suspicious look
Who does not believe that you were called
Will have to watch
See how much God will still use you
Who only throws stones at you
Will have to applaud you
Come Samuel, fill the oil vessel and now come
Because I have been pleased with someone
And I have already placed my hand on him
Come Samuel, from the house of Jesse the Bethlehemite
Because even if no one believes in him
It is David my chosen one to be King
Come Samuel, fill the oil vessel and now come
Because I have been pleased with someone
And I have already placed my hand on him
Come Samuel, from the house of Jesse the Bethlehemite
Because even if no one believes in him
It is David my chosen one to be King
Who looked at that young man in the field
His father's sheep shepherding, did not imagine
