Hoy amanecí con esta canción en la cabeza; me gusta mucho y la tocan en Misa por lo general después de comulgar en el momento de la reflexión.
"TUYO SOY "
Yo no soy nada y del polvo nací,
pero Tú me amas y moriste por mí.
Ante la cruz sólo puedo exclamar:
Tuyo soy, tuyo soy.
TOMA MIS MANOS, TE PIDO,
TOMA MIS LABIOS, TE AMO,
TOMA MI VIDA, OH PADRE,
TUYO SOY, TUYO SOY.
Cuando de rodillas te miro,oh Jesús,
veo tu grandeza y mi pequeñez.
¿Qué puedo darte yo? Sólo mi ser.
Tuyo soy, tuyo soy.
Autor: P. Mariano de Blas, LC
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Enough of this.
I have had enough of repining,
Of loss and lament.
Enough.
I want to dance in the street.
I want laughter –
Loud days and wild nights.
I will make it up,
If I have toUntil it happens.
I will make it happen If I have to.
I have had enough of repenting
Of loss
And lament.
I wantDancing in the streets,
Laughter.
I will go into the fields
And under a white hawthorn tree
Dig a grave
Six foot deep.
Into it I will put
Regret and remorse.
I will cover it up,
Shovel the clay
And lay down my cross.
I have had enough
Of lament
And loss.
After allI wrote my own story,
Chose my course.
I brought myself
To this edge of the river.
Enough.
It is over; the sad times
the bleak.
Put behind me.
I have taken what I need –
The few things of value
Salvaged from the wreck.
I carry the in my flesh and blood
Until the last day.
Enough of loss and lament.
I want to dance in the street
I want laughter
Luminous mornings, long nights.
It is over,
Finished,
Remorse and lament
I have buried them, Turned the clay
Six foot deep, under
The white hawthorn tree.
This day
I have turned my back
On sorrow.
Mary Dorcey
NOT HERE FOR A LONG TIME, JUST HERE FOR A GOOD TIME !!!
You think you know me?
This Day I have Turned my Back on Sorrow.
Enough of this.
I have had enough of repining,
Of loss and lament.
Enough.
I want to dance in the street.
I want laughter –
Loud days and wild nights.
I will make it up,
If I have toUntil it happens.
I will make it happen If I have to.
I have had enough of repenting
Of loss
And lament.
I wantDancing in the streets,
Laughter.
I will go into the fields
And under a white hawthorn tree
Dig a grave
Six foot deep.
Into it I will put
Regret and remorse.
I will cover it up,
Shovel the clay
And lay down my cross.
I have had enough
Of lament
And loss.
After allI wrote my own story,
Chose my course.
I brought myself
To this edge of the river.
Enough.
It is over; the sad times
the bleak.
Put behind me.
I have taken what I need –
The few things of value
Salvaged from the wreck.
I carry the in my flesh and blood
Until the last day.
Enough of loss and lament.
I want to dance in the street
I want laughter
Luminous mornings, long nights.
It is over,
Finished,
Remorse and lament
I have buried them, Turned the clay
Six foot deep, under
The white hawthorn tree.
This day
I have turned my back
On sorrow.
Mary Dorcey
Oh no I didn"t!!...
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