Fala Senhor
Banda Bom Pastor
Speak, Lord
The tree planted by the riverbank
Even if a drought comes, it will not wither
For its roots are near the water
Even in the heat of the sun, it will bear fruit
Speak, Lord, speak, Lord
Where can I go far from Your Spirit?
Where can I go far from Your gaze?
If I ascend to the heavens, You are there
If I descend to the realm of the dead, You are there too
Speak, Lord, speak, Lord
Call upon me in days of trouble and I will deliver you and give you glory
Do not fear before this multitude because the battle is not yours but mine
Speak, Lord, speak, Lord
