Fue Jesus
Tú fuiste aquella canción de cuna en el desvelo de la preocupación
Tú le diste cura a las heridas que atentaron a mi corazón
Fue tu mirada escudo y armadura, cuando en la batalla tuve miedo
Las cicatrices aunque hoy duelen son trofeos, de tu victoria y de mi credo
Tú acariciaste mi cabello aquella noche de soledad
Tú fuiste la mano que sostuvo mi tropiezo en el caminar
Y sé que fuiste tú aquellos brazos donde mi cansancio se hizo vuelo
Y con tu música me levanté del suelo, fuiste la escucha y el consejo
Fuiste Tú: el que puso las manos por mis clavos
El que puso los hombros a mi cruz
El que por mi condena dio su vida, fuiste Tú
Tú fuiste el susurro en mis oídos, fuiste calma en la tempestad
Tú fuiste la corrección fraterna y el rescate en mi necedad
Tal vez será que son muy pobres mis sentidos para haberte visto en el pasado
Pero hoy la fe me deja ver, y me ha mostrado que siempre estuviste a mi lado
Fuiste Tú: el que puso las manos por mis clavos
El que puso los hombros a mi cruz
El que por mi condena dio su vida
Fuiste Tú: el que puso la espalda a mi flagelo
El que entregó su sangre por mi Cielo
El que por mis cadenas dio su cuerpo, fuiste Tú
Aunque no te pueda observar
Y mis oídos no te puedan escuchar
La Fe corrige mis sentidos
Porque yo creo, sé que estás aquí conmigo
It Was Jesus
You were that lullaby in the sleepless nights of worry
You healed the wounds that attacked my heart
Your gaze was shield and armor, when fear struck in battle
The scars, though painful today, are trophies of your victory and my faith
You caressed my hair on that lonely night
You were the hand that held me up when I stumbled
And I know it was you, those arms where my tiredness turned into flight
And with your music, I rose from the ground, you were the listener and the advisor
It was You: the one who put hands for my nails
The one who carried my cross on your shoulders
The one who gave his life for my condemnation, it was You
You were the whisper in my ears, the calm in the storm
You were the fraternal correction and the rescue in my foolishness
Maybe my senses were too poor to have seen you in the past
But today, faith lets me see, and it has shown me that you were always by my side
It was You: the one who put hands for my nails
The one who carried my cross on your shoulders
The one who gave his life for my condemnation
It was You: the one who turned his back to my scourge
The one who shed his blood for my Heaven
The one who gave his body for my chains, it was You
Even if I can't see you
And my ears can't hear you
Faith corrects my senses
Because I believe, I know you are here with me