Senhor, Senhor
Irmã Míria T. Kolling
Lord, Lord
How many times I wanted everything for myself
The power, the knowledge, the wealth
How petty your kingdom seems
If I reject the crumbs from the table
Lord, Lord, through our voice
Have mercy, look upon us
Through our hands and our hearts
Have mercy, look upon us
How many times I looked with disdain
At the seeds, tens, hundreds
How useless your kingdom seems
If I neglect the small things
Christ Jesus, through our voice
Have mercy, look upon us
Through our hands and our hearts
Have mercy, look upon us
How many times I passed by here
Without noticing the treasure that was there
How distant your kingdom seems
If I rest waiting for my day
Lord, Lord, through our voice
Have mercy, look upon us
Through our hands and our hearts
Have mercy, look upon us
