Meu Carpinteiro
Julliany Souza
My Carpenter
There was an abyss that separated me
And this emptiness distanced me
On my shoulders, the burden weighed
My intimacy with God was torn
In the middle of the story, He appeared
Leaving His glory, His blood shed
On His body, He carried my sin
And sewed what was torn
Jesus, my carpenter
Built a bridge, gave me free access
Jesus, gave me the right to call God Father
I am His son, I am His son
In the middle of the story, He appeared
Leaving His glory, His blood shed
On His body, He carried my sin
And sewed what was torn
Jesus, my carpenter
Built a bridge, gave me free access
Jesus, gave me the right to call God Father
I am His son, I am
May I decrease and may He increase
May I be the body and He the head
May His will prevail in me
May I learn how to be His church
May I decrease and may He increase
May I be the body and He the head
May His will prevail in me
May I learn how to be His church
May I decrease and may He increase
May I be the body and He the head
May His will prevail in me
May I learn how to be His church
May I decrease and may He increase
May I be the body and He the head
May His will prevail in me
May I learn how to be His church
Jesus, my carpenter
Built a bridge, gave me free access
Jesus, gave me the right to call God Father
I am His son
May I decrease and may He increase
May I be the body and He the head
May His will prevail in me
May I learn how to be His church
May I decrease and may He increase
May I be the body and He the head
May His will prevail in me
May I learn how to be His church
Jesus, my carpenter
Built a bridge, gave me free access
Jesus, gave me the right to call God Father
I am His son
