O Homem Sem Deus

The man without God
Walks aimlessly and walks alone
Lives in the world without a path
In the wind's breath he walks without light

The man without God
Has his own way of thinking
Has no limits and lives in sin
Does not walk in the plans that come from the cross

What he gathers the wind scatters
What he plants will reap straw
He is the tares among the wheat will have a punishment
From the Lord of the harvest

It's a dry land
It's a planting without harvest
Does not have the pleasure
Of reaching the harvest
Because what he plants
His fruits are bad and
Serve no purpose

The man without God is empty, is nothing
Is a pilgrim walking on the road
Is like a swallow flying alone
Does not make summer

But the faithful man, he has God in his life
God guards his coming and going
Is the train governed that arrives soon
At his station