Os Aprovados

God chooses the least of a impoverished tribe
Who threshed wheat hidden from the Midianites
To be the warrior, the hero of the nation
Gideon had God placed in his heart

He gathers the people to wage war
Thirty-two thousand armed to fight
Then God appears and surprises him
Hey, Gideon wait, there are too many people
Do as I command you, for I will select

Cowards and fearful, go back
For in my army only those who are brave warriors fight
Courage is one of the first things I look at
And from this choice, ten thousand remained to fight

God said: Send them all down to the river
And there I will show who will be your great warriors
In the end, only three hundred remained who were approved
But it was the three hundred that God had selected

It may be beautiful, be intelligent
Have a ring on your finger, be a super believer
Wear expensive clothes, drive imported cars
Be well known or be elitist
If you are not brave, a true believer
A firebrand that never surrenders
You will not be chosen to be one of the three hundred separated militants

You must have a torch, you must have fire
You must blow the trumpet, you must be courageous
You must break the jar, you must be true
You must be valorous, you must be a warrior

March soldiers, blow the trumpets
Break the jars, charge forward
I can't say, but I know
That I can already see the enemies going crazy killing each other
And the church winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning, winning, winning

We are chosen by God to be honored
Here on this earth we must be used
Today God chooses you to be one of the approved three hundred