O Homem do Vestido Branco

It was twelve years that his illness tormented him
Stole his peace and his money ran out
Medicine had nothing more to do
He awaited death and his end was to die

But someone told him about a man of power
Who healed the blind and instantly he could see
He filled himself with faith and touched the garments of this holy man
The Son of God, the man in the white dress

The man in the white dress is passing by here
Feel his glory that by faith you will feel
The man in the white dress has just arrived
Your victory extends his hand come touch him