Diante do Trono
o cheiro das guas
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Before the Throne
Purifying Waters
The smell of the waters
There is hope for the wounded
Like a tree, cut down, marked by pain
Although the root grows old in the earth
And in the ground, abandoned, its trunk dies
There is hope for you
At the smell of the waters it will sprout
Like a new plant it will blossom
Its branches will be renewed
Its fruit will not cease
And it will live