Extremo (Getsêmani do Meu Ser)
Anderson Freire
Extreme (Gethsemane of My Being)
No one can worship you for me
Not even regret it for me
That's why I'm here!
Don't let me fall asleep, Father
In the Gethsemane of my being
I can't go back
Your body was pressed, made into an olive fruit
And like oil, your skin sweated blood
The day of silence, who knows, maybe I'm living it
To the point where I thought that my own Father had abandoned me
Reasons and afflictions do not negate my peace
Even if I am weak, the Lord makes me strong!
Oh, take me to the extreme!
I know it hurts
I need to reach
The ordeal will deliver me
Even in silence, I know you're watching me
I need to reach your throne and worship you!
I'll love you
Beyond the cross, I will go!
I will cast crowns of praise before You
Worthy are You, Holy Lamb
Like the elders, I will bow down, Lord
But while I am a pilgrim here
I will carry my cross
Up to heaven
Oh, take me away!
