Footsteps of Angels

Com um passo lento e silencioso aproxima-se aquela mensageira divina,

Senta-se na cadeira ao meu lado, coloca a sua gentil mão na minha.

E ela olha-me e sorri-me com aquele olhar carinhoso e profundo,

Como as estrelas, tão imóveis e santas, que do Céu observam o mundo.


sexta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2012

Whirlwind

Talking to God,
Hearing what he wants.
He moves in violence;
I stand in silence...

Who can question You, who can fathom You?
In your presence, who can stand?
Worlds spin around and kings crumble down.
There's no escaping what You­'ve planned...

Winds approaching, clouds are forming;
God, in his power,
Is swirling around me,
Calling me, and you know my name.
So jump in or be taken, I can't
Run long enough, or go far enough,
To escape the screaming rain.

My world's at stake,
I want to break,
Stop the striving,
Start the dying.
I'm thrown into it;
It's so imminent...
There's no arguing what You say.
I keep fanning the fire to flames...

Master and Savior, Sustainer and Creator;
You move in power,
And winds and thunder...

It's alright.

It's alright.
Jump in the whirlwind;
Letting go.
Letting go.
I'm letting go.

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