Restitui
Trazendo a Arca
Restore
The plans that have gone away
The dreams that were lost
What was once a party
Is now mourning for what has already died
You can't think this is your end
It's not what God planned
Get up from the ground
Raise a cry
Restore
I want back what is mine
Heal me
And put Your oil on my pain
Restore
And lead me to calm waters
Wash me
And refresh my soul
Restore
And the time that was stolen
Cannot be compared
To everything that the Lord
Has prepared for those who call
Believe because the power of a cry
Can resurrect
Restore
I want back what is mine
Heal me
And put Your oil on my pain
Restore
And lead me to calm waters
Wash me
And refresh my soul
Restore
