Indiferente
André Valadão
Indifferent
The suffering of the lost bothers me, Lord
I can feel the immense cry of pain
How can I stand still, insensitive and indifferent?
For each lost one is a part of me, is my people
Enough, I can't hesitate
I can't fail
Help me, Lord
To deliver the oppressed and set the captives free
Although it is our duty, we do nothing
We need to rescue them from confirmed condemnation
Look at the ripe fields
Fields of the afflicted and oppressed
Fields ready to be harvested
Lord, I will always walk
Over the mountains to bring
The Gospel of Jesus
Lord, I will strive
To meet You on that day
On the day of our victory
