Unção Sem Limites / Buscar Tua Face é Preciso (part. Ludmila Ferber)

I called you my son to be a winner
I took you from behind the threshing floor
As I did with David, with my oil I anointed you
To reign and win the battles

I take your eyes, I put my vision in you
I take your mouth, prophesy, son of man
I take your heart and pour out the unction without limits
I take your being: Rise up, rise up! Says the Lord

I called you my son to be a winner
I took you from behind the threshing floor
As I did with David, with my oil I anointed you
To reign and win the battles

I help you, sustain you, I am your shield, I am your God
You are my beloved son
Do not fear, I myself, the Lord, support you
Do not fear, I myself, the Lord, support you

When everything seems strange around
Seeking your face is necessary God
When we do not know what is happening
Seeking your face is necessary God
When the fury of the winds comes against us
And the desire is to disappear and silence the voice

It is at that moment that we need to fight
And never give up
Right now is the time to humble ourselves
And seek the face of God

Aim at the target of the gates of hell
And rush with fury and faith against them
Completely anointed and clothed with power
Equipped with the weapons of war

Do not stop praying
Do not stop worshiping
Do not stop prophesying
Do not stop interceding

Do not stop watching
Do not stop fighting
Do not stop dreaming
Do not stop
Do not give up on the calling