Vinde a Mim

Looking at the holy host, raised on the altar
It's not just bread and wine, it's the Lord who is here
On my knees I bow, it's Jesus who will pass by
It's the holy one of Israel who makes this place holy

It's the Lord who welcomes me with His sweet gaze
It's the Lord who, so close, I can touch
It's the Lord who is working in me

Looking at the crowd, like sheep without a shepherd
Moved with compassion, He then extended the invitation
"Come to me, you who are weary, and I will give you rest"
My burden so heavy, Lord, I will surrender to you