Escreve
Fernanda Brum
He Writes
I recognize that voice
I'll turn around to see
Who calls me by name?
I recognize that voice
I'll turn around to see
Who calls me by name?
The voice is that of my Christ
But He is so different
The hair is white
I see fire in His eyes
And His feet so gleaming
The voice is that of my Christ
It's impossible to forget
It's the same voice that said
I ascend to the Father
But I'll come back for you
Write to My Church
About My kingdom, your future home
Write the song that the angels sing
And very soon my church will sing
Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
But he won, but he won
Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
But he won, but he won
Write to My Church
About My kingdom, your future home
Write the song that the angels sing
And very soon my church will sing
Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
But he won, but he won
Worthy is the Lamb who was slain
But he won, but he won
Worthy, worthy of opening the book (worthy)
Of all glory (worthy)
Worthy, worthy, worthy
Of all praise (worthy)
Of all my adoration (worthy)
