O Êxodo das Almas e o Abraço do Pastor
Do paraíso ausente, na noite sem fim,
A turba de exilados na Terra chorou;
Mas no solo escuro, de espinho e jardim,
O olhar do Cordeiro as almas guiou.
Se a lei do expurgo separa a nação,
E afasta os rebeldes da luz de Capela,
O Cristo oferece a regeneração,
Tecendo o futuro na noite mais bela.
O exílio é a escola que ensina a amar,
Curando o orgulho na dor do labor;
E o mesmo transporte que faz afastar,
Devolve o espírito ao Reino do Amor.
Mantém a sintonia no bem e na luz,
Almagemizando o teu próprio trilhar;
Pois a mão compassiva que a Terra conduz
À pátria celeste nos há de levar!
The Exile of Souls and the Shepherd's Embrace
From paradise lost in the shadow of space,
The banished of old wept on Earth's heavy ground;
Yet deep in the darkness, through mercy and grace,
The eyes of the Shepherd were guiding them round.
Though laws of transition will sweep through the land,
To clear the rebellion from stars far away,
The Master of Peace holds the key in His hand,
To lead all the wanderers back to the day.
This exile is simply a school of the soul,
To humble the proud in the trials of time;
And physical journeys will make spirits whole,
Restoring the heart to a harbor sublime.
So keep your vibration aligned with the light,
To raise your connection as galaxies turn;
For He who has guided our steps through the night
Will welcome us home to the peace we must earn.
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