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Tu Amor

Padre, gracias por tu amor y tu misericordia
Tu me bendices aunque no lo merezco.
Me muestras tu amor de una y mil maneras.
Y de la manera muy especial me llenas de abrazos,
Cada vez que una niña me abraza es como si tu me lo regalaras
Y cuando corren hacia mi y gritan “hna. Ivania” me llena de una
Sensación la cual me dice “Tu eres amada”
Gracias porque tu haz llamado mi atención
Y en el proceso haz robado mi corazón
Y me haz dejado dependiente de tu amor.

No hay forma que pueda alejarme de ti,
Ni tendría fuerzas para vivir sin ti,
Ni si quiera sabría si estaría viva o si morí.

Imperfecta soy yo
Con heridas y cicatrices
Que han quebrado mi corazón
Pero aun así me amaste tu
Y construiste
Y arreglaste un lugar en mi
Cicatrizando heridas
Y borrando el dolor
Entregándome a mi una nueva razón
Por la cual vivir
Por la cual seguir
Y todo lo encontré,

Cuando tu me encontraste a mi.

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