Passa Jesus_corinho de Fogo

They asked me who I am
They want to know where I came from
They think it was very easy
For me to get here

They look at me and say I'm not prepared
They look at me and judge my way of worship
But only God knows what I did in anonymity
When no one was seeing me cry
I lived in the desert, felt the cold and heat
I renounced my desires, for the Lord's calling
But only God knows what I went through, to get here
So brother, don't criticize me
Ask God about me

But I'm not an artist (I'm not)
I'm not a celebrity (no, no)
I'm not the best or the most right
I am the voice that cries in the desert

But I'm not an artist (I'm not)
I'm not a celebrity (no, no)
I'm not the best or the most right
I am the voice that cries in the desert

I am, I am the voice that cries in the desert
I am, I am the voice that cries in the desert
I am, not the best or the most right
I am the voice that cries in the desert

I am, I am the voice that cries in the desert
I am, I am the voice that cries in the desert
I am, I am the voice that cries in the desert
I am the voice that cries in the desert

It matters that he grows and that he appears
Here everything is his, I know my place
I'm not a celebrity, who shines here is him so he can pass

Pass Jesus, pass Jesus, pass Jesus, pass Jesus
Pass Jesus, pass Jesus, pass Jesus here can pass
Pass Jesus, pass Jesus, pass Jesus, pass Jesus
Pass Jesus, pass Jesus, pass Jesus here can pass

He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by

He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by
He's passing by

He's passing here, he's passing there
He's passing there, he's passing there

Pass, pass, pass, pass
Pass, pass, pass, pass
Pass, pass, pass, pass
Pass, pass, pass, pass
Pass Jesus, here can pass