Em nossas preces, sempre procuramos
dizer onde erramos,
e o que gostaríamos
que acontecesse conosco.
Mas o Senhor já sabe de tudo isto,
e às vezes nos pede apenas para
ouvir o que o Universo nos diz.
E ter paciência.
Paulo Coelho
Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet's eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
And the one God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the Sun God will make for your way
And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul
Undertook by the heart
And you may know itIf you may know it
While the sand
Would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, HolySanctus, sanctus
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
And the one God will make for your daySing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
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