Enche o Templo

Uzziah had to die for Isaiah to break through
High and exalted he saw your glory
Uzziah had to die
In the year the old goes, it's the time the new comes
I want your ember, Lord
Woe is me, I know I am not worthy

Move the doors of my story
With your voice, I am your house
Wrap me in your smoke
Tear the sky and come, I want to go further

Fill the temple with glory
I am your temple now
Covering my face, covering my feet
Holy is this place
Fill the temple with glory
I am your temple now
I raise my hands, Holy are you
I came to worship

Speak, Lord: Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?
Then I will answer: Send me, here I am, send me
Send me, here I am, send me
I just want your vision, I will not be blind, send me