HEART OF JOB

God, look inside me
Recompose my heart
With the quality that made Job

A mirror for generations
Rich or poor he was what I need to be
Sincere heart
Upright man not to get lost

Job did not blaspheme on the day
When everything turned to ashes
I need to be like this, Lord, teach me

Touch, Lord, my character
Give me the heart of Job
That does not blaspheme, that adores You
Even if everything turns to dust

Touch, Lord, my character
Give me the heart of Job
In the midst of everything, in the midst of nothing
I want to adore You, Lord
You are my best

Job rich or poor he was what I need to be
Sincere heart
Upright man not to get lost

Job did not blaspheme on the day
When everything turned to ash
I need to be like this, Lord, teach me

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