Canção de amor
Prisma Brasil
Love Song
From the top of the mountain
He can hear the wind singing
He listens when the rain
With its drops composes a new melody
Smiles with harmony that exists when the waves hit the shore
Creation in union, the symphony sings to its author
What he most enjoys hearing
Is the song of the redeemed
And when he feels clean
His voice rises in praise
(In praise)
When those he redeemed
Sing the love song
No one can surpass the beauty of this sound
That the son raises to the father
He loves to hear the angels
Singing Holy! Holy is the Lord!
(Holy is the lamb)
The celestial choir raises their praise to the Great I Am!
He asks for silence when the weak who was saved is singing
And a million angels listen when the soul sings
I was redeemed!
What he most enjoys hearing
Is the song of the redeemed
And when he feels clean
His voice rises in praise
(In praise)
When those he redeemed
Sing the love song
No one can surpass the beauty of this sound
That the son raises to the father
They are not just melodies
Or pretty phrases
That will catch your attention and make you stop and listen
But the liberated heart that he bought on the cross and sings again
What he most enjoys hearing
Is the song of the redeemed
And when he feels clean
His voice rises in praise
(In praise)
When those he redeemed
Sing the love song
No one can surpass the beauty of this sound
That the son raises to the father
The love song!
Holy! Holy! Holy is the lamb!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Of love!
Holy! Holy! Holy is the lamb!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Of love!
