Quem Irá

If you close your eyes
Then you will see
By faith, crowds that are about to die
In the valley of indecision
They perish without salvation
They’re crying out for someone to come help them
It’s lives that are thrown in the mud
Chained by Satan, the prince of evil
They’re jewels of great worth
And they belong to the Lord
They’re waiting for someone to tell them about love

Who will go, who will go
The voice of the Lord today sounds in our hearts
Who will go, who will go
To say that only in Jesus is there peace and forgiveness

In the year King Uzziah died
I saw the Lord sitting
On a high and exalted throne
And His train filled the temple
The seraphim were above Him
Each had six wings
With two they covered their faces
With two they covered their feet
And with two they flew
And they called to one another saying
Holy, holy
Holy is the Lord of hosts
All the earth is full of His glory
And the thresholds of the doors shook
At the voice of the one who cried out
And the house was filled with smoke
Then I said
Woe is me
For I am perishing

For I am a man of unclean lips
And I dwell in the midst of a people
Of unclean lips
And my eyes have seen the King
The Lord of hosts
Then one of the seraphim
Flew to me bringing in his hand a live coal
That he had taken from the altar with tongs
And with it
He touched my lips
And said, behold, this
Has touched your lips and your iniquity is taken away
And your sin is purged

After this
I heard the voice of the Lord saying
Whom shall I send
And who will go for us
Then I said
Here I am, Lord
Here I am
Send me

Who will go, who will go
The voice of the Lord today sounds
In our hearts
Who will go, who will go
To say that only in Jesus
Is there peace and forgiveness