Passarinho

It's very crazy of me, Lord
To expect Your love
After all the wrongdoings
Will You accept me as I am?

It's very crazy of me, Lord
To wait with tender ardor
That in my limitations
You do crazy acts of love?

I am not an eagle, my Lord
I only bring its gaze
And also, in my heart
The aspiration of Your flying, flying
I want to stay in my place
Gazing at the Sun of love, of love
Little bird is what I am in the hands of my Lord

And when in life, Lord
The Sun of love disappears
I won't worry, because I know
Among the clouds, He is shining

And in me will be born, Lord
The perfect joy of love
And on Your wings, then, I will fly
In the most perfect harmony

I am not an eagle, my Lord
I only bring its gaze
And also, in my heart
The aspiration of Your flying, flying
I want to stay in my place
Gazing at the Sun of love, of love
Little bird is what I am in the hands of my Lord