Passaporte
Nilton Cézar & Andréa Chrys
Passport
I was just a lost road
Searching for life, a way to be happy
I was like someone lost on the path
Wandering aimlessly around
But someone took my cross
That was heavy
Led me down a road
Where milk and honey flow
On the cross, He spilled His blood
And a crown was given to Him as a trophy
And with that pure blood, He signed
My passport to heaven
It was that blood that washed my life
It was that blood that healed my wounds
It was that blood that paid
The high price I owed
It was that blood that freed me from sin
It was by that blood that I was bought on the cross
In the blood of Jesus, I was redeemed
In that blood, I was washed
But someone took my cross
That was heavy
Led me down a road
Where milk and honey flow
On the cross, He spilled His blood
And a crown was given to Him as a trophy
And with that pure blood, He signed
My passport to heaven
It was that blood that washed my life
It was that blood that healed my wounds
It was that blood that paid
The high price I owed
It was that blood that freed me from sin
It was by that blood that I was bought on the cross
In the blood of Jesus, I was redeemed
In that blood, I was washed
It was that blood that washed my life
It was that blood that healed my wounds
It was that blood that paid
The high price I owed
It was that blood that freed me from sin
It was by that blood that I was bought on the cross
In the blood of Jesus, I was redeemed
In that blood, I was washed
