GOD IS OUR REFUGE SOCORRO AND FORTRESS WELL AT THIS TIME distress I. YOU HAVE PROBLEMS ? IF THE ANSWER IS II . WISH YOU SITTING NOW AND MEDITATION WITH ME III . IMAGINE A POOR FAMILY OF ORIGIN AND BLACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS FAMILY COMES UP A PHYSICAL HANDICAP , WHICH WAS THE DESTINATION FOR CONBSEQUENCIA affected by the disease THAT THIS ALMOST ESTINTA OF BRAZIL . IV. A PERSON IS BORN WITH ALL THAT abhors COMPANY , A PERSON UNDER THE COMPANY WAS BORN TO BE UNHAPPY , RIGHT? , WRONG ! . V. THERE IS A THEORY THAT usually LOAD , AND FOLLOWING THAT CAN BE NO GO FOR CERTAIN THAT NO ONE CITUAÇÕES someone to help , AND YOU EXTEND IN ARMS AND MAKE moments of anguish WALK IN WAYS green . VI . THAT IS A SPIRITUAL TUTOR . VII . AND CONFESS WITH MUCH PRIDE THAT I AM THE PERSON REFERRED TO IN THIS TEXT VIII . PASSED BY MULTIPLE DIFFICULTY , JUDGE ME IX . DO NOT WANT TO BE A MANDELA , MUCH LESS COMPARE ME TO GOLRIOSO Martire OF JESUS ​​CHRIST . X. And YES magnify and exalt THE SAME , SIMPLE REASON YOU ACKNOWLEDGE ALL XI . MY FIGHTS AND WINS BY HAVE BEEN MY TUTOR AND SAVIOR FATHER AND BROTHER XII . LAGRIMAS BY WHICH THE COMPANY AND HE MADE ME SPILL wiped . AS HUMILAçÕES , XIII . DIFFICULTIES . XIV . GLORIAS AND HONORS TO MY LORD JESUS ​​CHRIST XV . Musical parts Adauto author Marco dos Santos XVI . WITH MUCH LUGGAGE IN THE LIFE of wins and losses , STILL HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOOK AND TELL ME , MY BROTHER IN TU 's MOLE ! XVII. DEAR READER NOW , LET'S REASONING TOGETHER ! IF YOU THINK YOU WERE NOT IN GOD I'D STILL BE HERE ? , TIME WE ARE CLEAR SIMPLE ENOUGH TO ADMIT THAT WITHOUT GOD MAN IS NOTHING . XVIII. CAN NOT SAY THAT I HAVE EVERYTHING I WANT , BUT ALL MY NEEDS IT SUPLIU . We all got problems . Some more than others Sit and go to my talk , reflect and meditate , many destinations may change where the difficulties are for everyone for some more others less so I am black African homeland that went bankrupt victim of infantile paralysis . live in this country where prejudice and discrimination are camouflaged and not have forgiveness help anyone help, it is easier to discriminate than help , Criticize yes, you spend sermon, but does not extend his hand. Judge you without understanding you But I see no one sees The pain I feel nobody feels My infection, only I feel the pus drain Even without being able to walk , I walk a mile with blood in his eye I'm going to the ways of this life suffered destinations I'm a warrior, even wounded in battle , Crawling me to reach my goal Use my tear to quench my thirst And my blood to keep me warm A martyr is not intended to be , let destiny happen How to Christ with all his pain showed that with love It's bearable pain Sit beside me and let's talk , reflect, meditate , Many destinations may change Realize that life , however bad it is , it's always beautiful How a drawing of a watercolor Aguado , Drained and fuzzy Defective but it is still colorful I have faith in Him who created me That my fate already drew In my prayers I ask all that have not He gives me what I already have He teaches me how to fish It gives me the fish without forcing me