To the unknown God
From the Mosque to the Parthenon
Where are their gods?
Stone cold, dead, embossed
I’ve been to the Cross
Where you Suffered and Satan lost
You covered me in blood, wiped away the dross

And I will serve no other god

Evil men say that You don’t exist
They reject You, they don’t believe that they sin
And I don’t want to be like them
I just want to be like Thee
I just want to seek You
For I am your friend

You made the stars
Men worship and reverence them
They call themselves gods
But did they give their breath to them?

Holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty
Holy, hold is the Lord God Almighty

As I begin to take my steps toward your fire in the sky
Just to touch Your face
And my hair to turn woolen-white
Yeshua, Abba, Father
Your Kingdom that is to come
I’m a stranger in a strange land
I must return to the Land of the Son
Lord of the Son
Lord of the Son



by Zé Mingau