Fôlego

I wanted to follow them to the end
But God is the one who goes ahead of you
I wanted to see the river parting like the sea
And our children calling this land home
But I will sing of His justice
With the breath I still have

The Lord has been our dwelling place in every generation
Even before the mountains were born by His hands
He is the rock, justice
He is the rock, wounded

May these words wash the ground
And the desert dust in your heart
The dust that will now be my bed and blanket
Until the day of the Lord's retribution
And until then I sing of justice
With the breath I still have

The Lord has been our dwelling place in every generation
Even before the mountains were born by His hands
He is the rock, justice
He is the rock, wounded

The Lord has been our dwelling place in every generation
Even before the mountains were born by His hands
He is the rock, justice
He is the rock, wounded