Clamai (part. Araci Miranda)

In the hours of prayer, to God we cry out
We close our eyes, He will hear us

Cry out, cry out, cry out
Thus says the Lord
Cry out loud
And I will heal your pain

In the days we live, much comes to mock
Saying God doesn’t hear me, it’s better off dead

Cry out, cry out, cry out
Thus says the Lord
Cry out loud
And I will heal your pain

When sickness comes, to God we cry out
He is the right remedy, that can heal us

Cry out, cry out, cry out
Thus says the Lord
Cry out loud
And I will heal your pain

With my knees on the ground, I ask you from the heart
Lord, answer now, this humble prayer

Cry out, cry out, cry out
Thus says the Lord
Cry out loud
And I will heal your pain