1

Quien mas pero Tu
puede mi vida completar
llevarme a la gracia
cual gracia sin par

Que Tu, Amor perfecto
por mi fuiste a la cruz
y vida prometiste
junto a tu eterna luz

Completo Tu haras
lo que ya en mi comenzo
aquel grandioso dia
de nuestro Redentor

Con cuán grande anhelo
lo espero, mi Señor.
Que siento aguar mis ojos,
si solo pienso en Vos

Que un dia sin mancha
por siempre llevaras
a tu amado redil
rezcate sin igual

Y desde aquel dia
alla en perfecta paz
podremos adorarte
loor darte sin parar

Al Santo Santo Santo,
Cordero de la Paz.

2

A hand I was given
a hand I was dealt
This hand I was given
to worship and serve
This hand it is mine
He made it and knows it
This hand it is His
to use to his order
This hand it lays open
with words in it's palm
where should lay a wound
Now says,
"Here I Am"
This hand, though I'm poor
and have no clean water
by Him has been cleaned
and clothed in fresh linen
Now made by Him pure,
and taken as His
This hand now lays open
to worship and serve
Him

3

Oh enséñame Señor
a acallar mi corazón
y en esa tierna paz
escuchar tu dulce voz.

Cuando de ansiedades
mi alma llena este
recuérdame Señor, en ti
yo confiaré.

Tuyo es el mañana
tuyo es el saber
tuyas son las manos
que me han de sostened.

Mío es el gozo
que solo tu me das
tu paz y tu gracia
mías sin pagar.

Pues el precio
cual gran precio
lo diste tú Jesús
mi amado redentor
allá en aquella cruz.

Cumpliste tus promesas
nos diste allí gran luz.

4

In the sunrise, in the rain,
in the wind, and in the birds,
in the everyday occurrence,
there are shouts of daily work.
Work of One who’s great and mighty,
wise and powerful and pure,
work of One who’s in control,
of every creature, object, truth.
That same One, oh so glorious,
is the One who made it all.
It is He who breathed his life,
into me, into us.
It is He who made us children,
took us, claimed us in his grace,
who for us gave up his life,
and is now our guide and strength.
It is He who showed us truth,
living waters we might drink,
It is Christ the only way,
Christ in whom we are redeemed.

5

As the sun burns your skin when you stand underneath, so does a stagnant stance slowly turn into scars. They grow darker with time, settle deep in your skin, grasp your pores and your veins, hold so tightly you bleed. But as movement seeps in it lifts dust to the wind and the marks slowly fade wash away, take the weight. And they pull at your skin, and it hurts when they leave, but the longer you hold them, the deeper they’ll pierce. But the water won’t drawn you, pain will go as it came. The light who saved you is gentle' He has taken the worst. Now don’t miss what has faded. Don’t look for your scars. When you tire of walking a new stillness will be found. Though the marks on your skin changed you can still feel the warmth. Charge ahead, don’t look back let the light change your path. Find the star that will guide you, follow only in it’s path, it is firm, it is gentle, it is true, it is life.