I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make a journey bright and pure
That you’ll keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
Mario Núñez Molina es profesor de psicología en el Recinto Universitario de Mayagüez. Desde hace cinco años escribe en este blog artículos sobre tecnologías de aprendizaje y temáticas relacionadas al proceso de enseñanza-aprendizaje.
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Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever. — Mahatma Gandhi
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hernan escribió:
Martes 20 de febrero de 2007, a las 2:39 am (UTC -4 )
podrias traducir la letra ?,yo tampoco puedo dejar de escucharlo,suena a gospel slow.
gracias