BENDECIRÉ A JE HOVÁ POR SIEMPRE - Cantos Varios

/BENDECIRE A JEHOVÁ POR SIEMPRE

SU DIESTRA ES TODO PODER/

/ECHO A LA MAR QUIEN LO PERSEGUIA

CABALLO Y JINETE ECHO A LA MAR/

ECHO A LA MAR LOS CARROS DEL FARAÓN OH OH

//LA, LA, LA, LA, LA,...//

//MI PADRE ES DIOS Y YO LE EXALTO

MI PADRE ES DIOS Y LE EXALTARE//

CALL FOR LOVE - Michael W. Smith

My life is like a racing car
hurtling towards the wall
at the speed of sound
my time has been so finely tuned
but i've never seen a human being
so tightly wound
at times it seems beyond belief
i just need a bit of relief
like a war-weary soldier
marching up and over the edge
take my hand and pull me up
'cause i'm falling too fast
somehow i've lost my way
i'm crying save me

Chorus:
Can you hear me
i'm calling out
i'm crying out
a cry for love
i can feel you
you're touching me
you're healing me
my cry for love

I will be the first to admit
i don't have the strength to handle it
alone anymore
i don't have to fret don't have to explain
all my worrying's in vain
i'm not alone anymore
why is this so hard to believe
what's mine is mine to freely receive
like the changing of seasons
this is the beauty of the word
and for all that i have seen and heard
oh i want to come home
somehow i'll make my way
my way home to you

Chorus
Oh father hear my call
i know you will catch when i fall
oh i pray that you'll hold me now
hold me
and take my fear away
i'm crying save me
oh i know that you can hear me
hear me crying out for love
oh i know that you can feel my cry for love

chorus2:
I can hear you
you're calling out
you're crying out
a cry for love
i can feel you
you're touching me
you're healing me
my cry for love

BREATHE - Michael W. Smith

This is the air i breathe
this is the air i breathe
your holy presence living in me
This is my daily bread
this is my daily bread
your very word spoken to me
And i i'm desperate for you
and i i'm lost without you

BREAKDOWN - Michael W. Smith

Wasn't it long ago
wasn't it on a new england coast
wasn't it the standard - people praying to
the son and the father and the holy ghost
one nation over god
is that what we've now become?
the founding fathers left a noble legacy
to their sons and daughters
to their sons and daughters
look at what we've done
look at what we've done

Chorus:

Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
as we learn to bite the hand
that tries to feed us
breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
if we say that we are free
who will believe us
if we breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
breakdown, break
See the powder on the glass
see the pillow on the street
see the charter of a modern love
with no obligations...or promises to meet
Hear the fear of disease
hear the baby never born
hear a people crying out
"somebody save us - oh, please somebody save us
from what we're headed for - from what we're headed for"

Chorus

Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
as we learn to bite the hand
that tries to feed us
breakdown, breakdown, breakdown

BE STRONG AND COURAGEOUS - Michael W. Smith

My servant, now your time has come
you have a job to do
i have a people to be led
and a willing heart in you
so i give you strength and courage
and i'll hide you in my hand
for joshua, you gotta live for your call
take my people to their land

Chorus:

So be strong and courageous
so be strong and courageous
you know you gotta be strong and courageous
so be strong and courageous
Never should you fear my call
just listen and obey
discouragement need never fall
stand on the words i say
you know i led your fathers here
and you know i'll lead you too
inscribe my law into your soul
and nothing will touch you.
Chorus

Dame la mano - Cantos Varios

No me importa a la iglesia que vayas

si detrás del Calvario tú estás

si tu corazón es como el mío

dame la mano y mi hermano serás

///Dame la mano/// y mi hermano serás

///Dame la mano/// y mi hermano serás

ERAN CIEN OVEJAS - Cantos Varios

Eran cien ovejas

que había en el rebaño

eran cien ovejas

que amante cuidó

pero en una tarde al contarlas todas

//Le faltaba una// y triste lloró

las noventa y nueve, dejó en el aprisco

y por la montaña a buscarla fue

la encontró gimiendo, temblando de frío

la tomó en sus brazos, ungió sus heridas

y al redil volvió

esta misma historia, vuelve a repetirse

todavía hay ovejas, que errabundas van

vagan por el mundo, sin Dios, sin consuelo,

Sin Dios, sin consuelo, sin Dios sin consuelo

y sin su perdón.

Yo era aquella oveja, que andaba perdida,

Por poner mi vista en vana ilusión;

Pero al verme hundido, escuché su voz

Que amante decía, que amante decía

Yo soy tu Pastor.

(arreglo de Marcos Wit)

Pero todavía

existen pastores

que por la montaña

a buscarlas van

y cuando las hayan

las traen al camino

al camino bueno

la verdad y la vida

es Cristo el Señor