Ouvi a Voz de Deus
Autor: Guilherme Barros | Publicado: 2014-05-01T07:16:00-07:00

Oh! Que manhã gloriosa em minha vida
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Após uma noite de escuridão,
Apenas havia trevas e o mal proliferava...
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ondas de crimes...
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Crimes e mais crimes eram praticados...
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ódio pelo ódio que matava o próximo
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Em casa, ruas e nos campos de batalha.
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;E, eu apenas dormia.
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Enquanto a corrupção moral crescia...
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nas famílias que se divertiam
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Em salões de festa, noites de orgia,
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Onde dançavam, comiam e bebiam...
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Os desejos carnais prevaleciam,
E, eu apenas dormia.
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Oh! Que manhã gloriosa em minha vida
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Quando o SENHOR me despertou!
Era o sono da aparente inocência,
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;do comodismo, da indiferença
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Que procura fugir da responsabilidade.
E, talvez como o profeta Jonas
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; No porão do navio para Tarsis
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Fugindo da voz de Deus, dormia.
Era o sono apático do pecador insensível à voz do SENHOR.
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Oh! Que manhã gloriosa em minha vida
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Quando o SENHOR me acordou!
Despertei desse sono desesperador!

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Ouço agora a voz da natureza,
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No cântico dos pássaros que gorjeiam,
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nas gotas da chuva que regam a terra.
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;No sussurrar da brisa de uma manhã
Que raiou, enchendo-me de luz e resplendor!
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Ouço, agora a voz de DEUS a chamar-me!
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Qual jovem Samuel, também respondo:
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Fala SENHOR, porque o teu servo ouve".
Ressoa em a voz de Cristo a comissionar:
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; - "Ide e pregai o Evangelho a essa multidão
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;desgarrada, quais ovelhas perdidas;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; - Ide e anunciai o meu amor no Filho amado
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;que derramou o Seu sangue remidor;
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; - Ide e proclamai o vero perdão
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;que alcança o mísero pecador".
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Oh! Que manhã gloriosa,
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Quando me despertou o SENHOR DA GLÓRIA!




Rev. Cephas e sua esposa Marlene.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;(Manhã inspirativa: 11.08.85.
&nbsp; &nbsp; Autor: Rev. Cephas Reinaux de Barros).