O Preço Mais Alto

I hear every day about the moaning of souls
Lives that are perishing and dying without God
They even asked me the value of a soul
So I replied
It was the price of my Savior's blood

I was a wasted life, without any value
The world was auctioning off my wounded soul
But Christ offered the highest price
Then he rescued our lives from the vile tempter
Wake up now brother, you are already free
Ask God to open your eyes so you can see
That souls are succumbing into the deep abyss
That salvation is not just for us
But also for the world

Do you have love for lost souls?
Souls that moan, cry with sadness
We talk too much about missions and do nothing
Wake up, church, go in search of souls
Christ is coming back