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Tu Hermosura



Tu hermosura implacable y original
No hay otro con quien te pueda comparar
Tus brazos fuertes que me guardan de mal
Me abrazan cuando estoy triste
Y me das tu mano para caminar tu camino,
Eso que se mira chiquito pero que esta llena de
Esperanza.


Tus ojos quiero ver los que alumbran con el sol
En la mañana, que calentaran mi alma
Y me dara confianza que contigo se vive mejor
Aunque me pregunto si yo, una hija pecadora tuya
Puede estar delante de ti, ya que no merezco
Todo el amor que tu me ofreces a mi.


Pero tu me amas, y me quieres contigo siempre
Esa es la única oportunidad que no quiero dejar
Ya que no hay otro Dios
Que esta vivo y quien me creo a mi
Porque hay muchos que quieren quitar tu lugar
Pero yo en tu Gloria siempre quiero estar.
4/23/2008
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