Parabola
Regresaba a casa un poco mas temprano de lo normal
Cuando vio que sobre él venían tres
Y navaja en mano le atacaron sin contemplación
Le dejaron inconsciente bajo el sol
Y camino de la iglesia iba el pastor poco después
La reunión ya estaba a punto de empezar
Iba tarde y discutiendo en el camino con su mujer
Intentando no perder su autoridad
Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar
Piénsalo, piénsalo
Tres minutos más y el líder de alabanza apareció
Dos teclados siete cables y un atril
Y aunque si le pareció ver algo rojo en el arcel
Prefirió pasar de largo y de perfil
Un gitano despeinado que pasaba por ahí
No sabia ni leer ni escribir
Pero al ver el panorama le dolió en el corazón
Y acercándose hasta el hombre le ayudo
Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar
Piénsalo, piénsalo
Ay si el maestro nos volviera a contar
Alguna historia que nos hiciera recapacitar
Piénsalo, piénsalo
Parable
He was returning home a little earlier than usual
When he saw three coming towards him
And with a knife in hand, they attacked him without hesitation
They left him unconscious under the sun
And on his way to the church went the pastor shortly after
The meeting was about to start
He was late and arguing on the way with his wife
Trying not to lose his authority
Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
Some story that would make us reflect
Think about it, think about it
Three minutes later, the worship leader appeared
Two keyboards, seven cables, and a music stand
And although he thought he saw something red in the sky
He preferred to pass by and ignore it
A disheveled gypsy passing by
Who couldn't read or write
But seeing the situation, it hurt his heart
And approaching the man, he helped him
Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
Some story that would make us reflect
Think about it, think about it
Oh, if the teacher would tell us again
Some story that would make us reflect
Think about it, think about it