Corpo, Casa, Morada

I am the body, house, dwelling place of the Lord
A vessel of honor for your praise
When the glory of this God touches me, in tongues of
Fire I will speak

There is nothing comparable to what your power does
When the church's angel preaches, heaven stops to watch
The sick are healed and the barren gives birth
By the blood of the lamb, by the name of Jesus

I am your dwelling place, I am your shelter
Place of rest for your feet, I want to know you
As you are
To see your glory I was chosen
I go to meet you, because all I want is to be
With you

I am the body, house, dwelling place of the Lord
A vessel of honor for your praise
When the glory of this God touches me, in tongues of
Fire I will speak

There is nothing comparable to what your power does
When the church's angel preaches, heaven stops to watch
The sick are healed and the barren gives birth
By the blood of the lamb, by the name of Jesus

I am your dwelling place, I am your shelter
Place of rest for your feet, I want to know you
As you are
To see your glory I was chosen
I go to meet you, because all I want is to be
With you