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Niña


Niña ¿Qué te pasa?
 ¿Qué haces con tu vida?
¿Por qué cada día te alejas de quien te ama?
¿Por qué esta rebeldía?
Niña, regresa a este camino,
Regresa a tu primer amor,
A quien su vida por ti la dio.
Niña, ten cuidado con lo que haces,
Para que El no se enfade contigo.
El es paciente y te espera,
El es pasivo y si regresas a Él,
El te perdonara.
Solo lo que tienes que hacer es pedirle perdón,
Arrepentirte,
Y no lo vuelvas hacer.
Yo sé que es más fácil decírtelo que hacerlo.
Pero entrega le a El todas tus cargas, tus pruebas,
Tu dolor,
El te refinara aunque te duela un poco,
Pero con el tu todo lo puedes lograr.
No lo olvides.
Niña, yo se que estas confundida y arrepentida.
Solo vuelve a Él,
Confía en El.
El te ama más que todo el mundo.
Solo regresa a Él.
2/18/2009
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