Ouro, Incenso e Mirra
Numa humilde manjedoura, um chorinho se ouviu
Melodia tão especial
Num instante tão sublime, um milagre
O mundo viu, era o choro do Messias
A profecia se cumpriu
Quanta honra os três reis magos
Tributaram ao Senhor
Tão pequeno e especial
Vislumbraram a grandeza do Seu reino de amor
E o que poderia eu ofertar ao Salvador
Eu iria Lhe dizer coisas lindas de amor
Pois, pra sempre Tu serás o meu Senhor
Não tenho ouro, incenso ou mirra pra Te oferecer
O que ofertar?
Senão a minha vida diante do altar
Pra Te Adorar, Rei dos reis
Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh
In a humble manger, a little cry was heard
Such a special melody
In such a sublime moment, a miracle
The world saw, it was the cry of the Messiah
The prophecy was fulfilled
How much honor the three wise men
Paid to the Lord
So small and special
They glimpsed the greatness of His kingdom of love
And what could I offer to the Savior
I would tell Him beautiful things of love
For forever You will be my Lord
I have no gold, frankincense, or myrrh to offer You
What to offer?
But my life before the altar
To Worship You, King of kings
Escrita por: Andréa Antunes / Bruna Karla