Maquillaje
Recibid al débil en la fe, pero no para contender sobre opiniones
Porque uno cree que se ha de comer de todo; otro, que es débil, come legumbres
El que come, no menosprecie al que no come, y el que–
No se den risa solo se pasa un cepillo
Un moño en la cabeza un peinado sencillo
No usa cadena no usa arete no usa guillo
Una camisa hasta el cuello una falda hasta el tobillo
Pues no le importa si la gente la critica
Ni se la ofende ella se siente bonita
A lo mejor por su apariencia la tilda
De religiosa de legalista
Por cuidar a su hermano de no caer por la mirada
Por cubrir su cuerpo y usar camisa desahogada
Por no querer ser piedra de tropiezo
Bueno eso piensa y pienso que eso a Dios le agrada
No se maquilla aunque le digan anticuada
No entienden que eso le recuerda a su vida pasada
Dios la saco de aquel lugar de donde estaba
Ella sacó de su corazón lo que sentía que le ataba
Cada quien tiene su propia pelea
De ser como Dios quiere no como otros quieren que seas
Pero tenemos esta mala idea lo que sea bueno para ti
No se significa que para mí sea
El que no coma que no juzgue al que come
Y el que come que no juzgue
Sé dé risa usa un peinado hermoso
Digna de admirar sin llegar a lo tentoso
Y aunque use prenda
Dios hizo un milagro en su interior
Que sobrepasa su belleza eterna
Dicen que está en la carne solo al verla
En la carne estás tú que la juzga sin conocerla
Viste las marca en sus piernas
Gracia a Dios la supero y el complejo de esconderla
Ahora ayuda a otras mujeres a superarlo
Es la obra de Dios quien soy yo para cuestionarlo
Porque vista caro
Porque use taco
Al final acabo ese vestido será la mira de trapo pa el mapo
Se le corre el maquillaje por su llanto
A Dios le gusta el corazón más que el rudor pa ser exacto
Lo que hace ella lo hace pa agradarlo
No es que sea perfecta es que Dios la está perfeccionando
Cada quien tiene su propia pelea
De ser como Dios quiere no como otros quieren que seas
Pero tenemos esta mala idea lo que sea bueno para ti
No se significa que para mí sea
El que no coma que no juzgue al que come
Y el que come que no juzgue
Todas las cosas a la verdad son limpias; pero es malo que el hombre haga tropezar a otros con lo que come
Bueno es no comer carne, ni beber vino, ni nada en que tu hermano tropiece, o se ofenda, o se debilite
¿Tienes tú fe? Tenla para contigo delante de Dios. Bienaventurado el que no se condena a sí mismo en lo que aprueba
Pero el que duda sobre lo que come, es condenado, porque no lo hace con fe; y todo lo que no proviene de fe, es pecado
Makeup
Welcome the weak in faith, but not to argue over opinions
Because one believes they can eat anything; another, who is weak, eats vegetables
Let the one who eats not despise the one who doesn’t, and the one who–
Don’t laugh, it’s just a simple hairstyle
A bun on her head, a straightforward look
No chains, no earrings, no fancy stuff
A shirt up to her neck, a skirt down to her ankles
She doesn’t care if people criticize her
She’s not offended, she feels beautiful
Maybe because of her looks, they label her
As religious, as a legalist
For watching out for her brother, so he doesn’t stumble with his gaze
For covering her body and wearing loose shirts
For not wanting to be a stumbling block
Well, that’s what she thinks, and I believe that pleases God
She doesn’t wear makeup, even if they call her old-fashioned
They don’t understand that it reminds her of her past life
God pulled her out of that place she was in
She removed from her heart what she felt was holding her back
Everyone has their own fight
To be who God wants, not who others want you to be
But we have this wrong idea, what’s good for you
Doesn’t mean it’s good for me
Let the one who doesn’t eat not judge the one who does
And let the one who eats not judge
Be a laugh, wear a beautiful hairstyle
Worthy of admiration without being too flashy
And even if she wears nice clothes
God performed a miracle inside her
That surpasses her eternal beauty
They say it’s in the flesh just by looking at her
It’s in the flesh that you judge her without knowing her
You saw the marks on her legs
Thanks to God, she overcame them and the complex of hiding them
Now she helps other women to overcome it
It’s God’s work, who am I to question it?
Just because she dresses expensive
Just because she wears heels
In the end, that dress will be just a rag for the mop
Her makeup runs down from her tears
God cares more about the heart than the outward appearance, to be exact
What she does, she does to please Him
It’s not that she’s perfect, it’s that God is perfecting her
Everyone has their own fight
To be who God wants, not who others want you to be
But we have this wrong idea, what’s good for you
Doesn’t mean it’s good for me
Let the one who doesn’t eat not judge the one who does
And let the one who eats not judge
All things are indeed clean; but it’s bad for a man to make others stumble with what he eats
It’s good not to eat meat, nor drink wine, nor anything that makes your brother stumble, or be offended, or weakened
Do you have faith? Keep it to yourself before God. Blessed is the one who doesn’t condemn themselves for what they approve
But the one who doubts about what they eat is condemned, because they don’t do it in faith; and everything that doesn’t come from faith is sin.