In the month that they market love
I cried before you for the first time
It had been a year since I had your presence, and there came times to show you what was behind my curtains. A chaos that you had as a work of art, because you saw the hand of God giving brush strokes on the canvas of my daily life
Months later another moment of crisis would knock on my door.
Once again your compassion covered my sadness
Day by day I received your comfort
Distance didn't matter, your company gave me
I had told you that 2015 and 2016 were years of trial and brokenness in the middle of that desert, God opened roads and seas, I was able to meet him,
The calendar already marks the end of the year
And tragedy mocks me, the echo of death began to laugh, it wants me to hear how it moves its sting in the windows of my past today. This storm looks like a tornado and you tell me to look at the one who silences the winds and you rise like an eagle to show me that I will get out of this and find peace again. Your hand comforts me once again. My tears overflow and you still speak to me in silence, you take care of me, even your hug takes care of me.
I, who have lived between haste and pressure; I am learning from pause and calm.
I tell you that I do not want to be a burden, you let me know that your heart is moved by my sorrows. You who carry a heart of gold, radiating so much light, strength and processes.
Jehovah bless your heart, so clear and direct because your greatest fruit is love
Your actions show it to me every moment. To speak of a blessing is to say your name in every prayer.
You're my greatest treasure.
(Job42:4, Isaiah 43:19, Psalms 136:13
Ecclesiastes 6.14-17)
(Spanish Version)
En el mes que mercadean el amor
Llore ante ti por vez primera
Hacia un año ya en el que tenía tu presencia, llegaban momentos de mostrarte que había detrás de mis cortinas. Un caos que tuvieras como obra de arte, porque veías la mano de Dios dando pinceladas en el canvas de mi diario vivir
Meses más tardes otro momento de crisis tocaría a mi puerta
Una vez más tu compasión arropaba mi tristeza
Día a día tu consuelo recibía
No importaba distancia , tu compañía me brindabas
Te había contado que el 2015 y 2016 fueron años de prueba y quebranto en medio de aquel desierto, Dios abrió caminos y mares pude conocerle ,
Ya el calendario marca el fin de año
Y la tragedia se burla de mi, el eco de la muerte comenzó a reír quiere que escuché como mueve su aguijón en las ventanas de mi pasado hoy. Parece un tornado esta tormenta y tú, me dices que mire al que hace callar los vientos y te elevas como águila para mostrarme que saldré de esto y de nuevo hallare paz. Tu mano me consuela una vez más. Mi llanto se desborda y tu aún en el silencio me hablas, cuidas de mi, aun tu abrazo me cuida.
Yo, que he vivido entre la prisa y la presión; voy aprendiendo de la pausa y la calma.
Te digo que no quiero ser carga, me dejas saber que se conmueve tu corazón en mis pesares. Tu que llevas un corazón de oro, irradiando tanta luz, fuerza y procesos.
Jehova bendiga tu corazón, así claro y directo porque tu mayor fruto es el amor
A cada instante me lo demuestran tus actos. Hablar de bendición es decir tu nombre en cada oración.
Eres tu mi mayor tesoro.
(Job42:4, Isaías 43:19, Salmos 136:13
Eclesiastés 6.14-17)
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