Padre Mío (oración de una joven)

Padre mío tráeme tu amor,

Quítame mi dolor y este rencor.

Todo este odio que el me dejo.

Padre mío, mi corazón tuyo es,

Tu tienes las llaves haz lo que te parece bien,

Solo no me dejes sufrir porque un corazón roto

Es difícil de componer-pero no para ti.

Padre mío, tu eres mi Dios,

Y te adoro con todo mi corazón,

No hay nada que pueda darte, todo tuyo es,

Pero no dejes que mi vida se aparte de tu ser.

Padre mío, te amo,

Perdóname por no ser alguien perfecta,

Alguien que sea fiel es lo que trato aunque no es fácil ser.

Mi palabra final es que te amo mas que a mi ser.

12.12.2007

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True Love

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