the spanish author in me is becoming dominant.
i finally wrote and spoke things in spanish.
i hadn't really done that to convey a lot of emotion before.
i'm excited to post.
soon.
Showing posts with label Spanish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spanish. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
O Ven, Emanuel
Oh Ven, Oh Ven, Emmanuel.
Rescata del mal a Israel.
El vive en un exilio triste.
Desde el dia que tu te fuiste.
Oye su voz, Emmanuel.
Aqui te espera Israel.
Rescata del mal a Israel.
El vive en un exilio triste.
Desde el dia que tu te fuiste.
Oye su voz, Emmanuel.
Aqui te espera Israel.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sean a Ti.
Dios del cielo y de la tierra,
reinas con autoridad.
Invencible, Padre tierno,
Gloria Honra y Majestad....
Sean a ti, Rey y Señor,
el Gran Yo Soy,
mi bendición.
Sean a ti, Cordero y León,
Fuente de Vida, mi redención.
//Toda la adoración
y la admiración, sean a ti//
Dios del cielo y de la tierra,
reinas con autoridad.
Invencible, Padre tierno,
Gloria Honra y Majestad....
Sean a ti, Rey y Señor,
el Gran Yo Soy,
mi bendición.
Sean a ti, Cordero y León,
Fuente de Vida, mi redención.
Toda la adoración
y la admiración, sean a ti Que toda la honra, gloria, adoracion y admiracion sean a Ti (no a mi).
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
To Dad:
Hi Daddy.
It will soon be my 21st birthday; I wish you were here to spend it with me. I wish that you would understand that I need you in my life, that I want to walk with you down the street, hold your hand and smile up at you like I once did sixteen years ago.
I already forgave you.
Now inside my heart I want to hold you and call you Daddy. Who knows if that day will ever come.
This is what I wrote during a Spanish class; I should have been listening, but my mind seemed consumed with finding him and knowing him as a daughter should.
However, my amazing Father gave me a great image on a night when I felt so alone; he gave me that same image I longed for: being held by the hand, and not walking down a street, but walking by the ocean (my favorite place) and to mind came this:
My God has called me daughter
there is nothing more precious to me
than the way he holds my hand
and draws me near
I can't describe what it means to feel that kind of love; to have it wrap around you. The closest I can get is how heat envelops you during summer and how you can't seem to escape it. That's how it feels, and I'll admit, there is nothing I'd have instead.
It will soon be my 21st birthday; I wish you were here to spend it with me. I wish that you would understand that I need you in my life, that I want to walk with you down the street, hold your hand and smile up at you like I once did sixteen years ago.
I already forgave you.
Now inside my heart I want to hold you and call you Daddy. Who knows if that day will ever come.
This is what I wrote during a Spanish class; I should have been listening, but my mind seemed consumed with finding him and knowing him as a daughter should.
However, my amazing Father gave me a great image on a night when I felt so alone; he gave me that same image I longed for: being held by the hand, and not walking down a street, but walking by the ocean (my favorite place) and to mind came this:
My God has called me daughter
there is nothing more precious to me
than the way he holds my hand
and draws me near
I can't describe what it means to feel that kind of love; to have it wrap around you. The closest I can get is how heat envelops you during summer and how you can't seem to escape it. That's how it feels, and I'll admit, there is nothing I'd have instead.
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