Wednesday, July 24, 2013
This Is What It Feels Like - By: Armin Van Buuren
The sound of silence I can’t take anymore
Nobody ringing my telephone now
Oh how I miss such a beautiful sound
And I don’t even know how I survive
I won’t make it to the show without your light
No I don’t even know if I’m alive
Oh, oh, oh without you now
This is what it feels like
Nothing to hold but the memories and frames
Oh they remind me of the battle I face
Without your love, without you I drown
Somebody save me I’m going down
And I don’t even know how I survive
I won’t make it to the show without your light
No I don’t even know if I’m alive
Oh, oh, oh without you now
This is what it feels like
And I don’t even know how I survive
I won’t make it down the road with one headlight
No I don’t even know if I’m alive
Oh, oh, oh without you now
This is what it feels like
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tu Palabra - Marcela Gandara
Tu palabra es como aceite sobre mis heridas
Es el agua en el desierto y el calor en el invierno
Tu palabra es la voz que me habla en la mañana
Es mi consejo cada dia y en las pruebas
quien me guia
Podria estar perdido como naufrago en el mar
Y aun perderlo todo hasta el aliento
Podria estar hambriento como un niño sin hogar
Pero yo se que tu palabra siempre a Mi
Me sostendrá
Tu palabra es como dulce miel para mis labios
Es la perfecta melodía que me deleita cada dia
Tu palabra es mi refugio en medio de las pruebas
En la tristeza es mi alegria
En soledad mi compañía
Me sontedra
Tu pabra señor
Tu palabra
Siempre me sostendra
Friday, September 9, 2011
Jesus is Completely Irresistible!
Song of Solomon 1
The Message (MSG)
2-3 Kiss me—full on the mouth!
Yes! For your love is better than wine,
headier than your aromatic oils.
The syllables of your name murmur like a meadow brook.
No wonder everyone loves to say your name!
4 Take me away with you! Let's run off together!
An elopement with my King-Lover!
We'll celebrate, we'll sing,
we'll make great music.
Yes! For your love is better than vintage wine.
Everyone loves you—of course! And why not?
5-6 I am weathered but still elegant,
oh, dear sisters in Jerusalem,
Weather-darkened like Kedar desert tents,
time-softened like Solomon's Temple hangings.
Don't look down on me because I'm dark,
darkened by the sun's harsh rays.
My brothers ridiculed me and sent me to work in the fields.
They made me care for the face of the earth,
but I had no time to care for my own face.
7 Tell me where you're working
—I love you so much—
Tell me where you're tending your flocks,
where you let them rest at noontime.
Why should I be the one left out,
outside the orbit of your tender care?
The Man
8 If you can't find me, loveliest of all women,it's all right. Stay with your flocks.
Lead your lambs to good pasture.
Stay with your shepherd neighbors.
9-11 You remind me of Pharaoh's
well-groomed and satiny mares.
Pendant earrings line the elegance of your cheeks;
strands of jewels illumine the curve of your throat.
I'm making jewelry for you, gold and silver jewelry
that will mark and accent your beauty.
The Woman
12-14 When my King-Lover lay down beside me,my fragrance filled the room.
His head resting between my breasts—
the head of my lover was a sachet of sweet myrrh.
My beloved is a bouquet of wildflowers
picked just for me from the fields of Engedi.
The Man
15 Oh, my dear friend! You're so beautiful!And your eyes so beautiful—like doves!
The Woman
16-17 And you, my dear lover—you're so handsome!And the bed we share is like a forest glen.
We enjoy a canopy of cedars
enclosed by cypresses, fragrant and green.
Friday, July 29, 2011
I Am A Temple- John Mark McMillan
I wish I could fit you down inside my chest, God
I wish that I could swallow you whole
I'd wrap you up in a blanket of my skin and you could call my body home
Cause I am a temple
I am temple
My body is a temple
I am a temple
I am a temple
I am a temple
My body is a temple
I am a temple
So what if I'm not worthy?
So what if I'm not worthy?
You have made me clean!
Well, I can't get over how quickly you recover the pieces of my heart as they shatter
Cause in your hands I am more than just a brand new man
And all my falling down now, well, it just don't matter
I am a temple
I am a temple
My body is a temple
I am a temple
I am a temple
I am a temple
My body is a temple
I am a temple
So what if I'm not worthy?
So what if I'm not worthy?
So what if I'm not worth?
You have made me clean
Thursday, July 28, 2011
City of Black & White- Mat Kearney
'Cause it'd be the same as mine
Faded greens and blue street lights
There's a red fire burning from the sea up to the sky
'Cause I don't want to wait until tomorrow
Tell you how I'll feel, the rest of my life
You don't want to waste another minute when you realize
Walking on the dark side of the evening
Maybe it was you that opened my eyes
Burning like a fire on the water
In the city of black and white
Won't you just stay
Won't you just stay
I'm on the top stair looking down
If you're climbing up to me
It's where the whole world wants to be found
Golden rings and coffee brown
There's a white flag waving
Where my heart is on the ground
'Cause I don't want to wait until tomorrow
Tell you how I feel, the rest of my life
You don't want to waste another minute when you realize
Walking on the dark side of the evening
Maybe it was you who opened my eyes
Burning like a fire on the water
In the city of black and white
Won't you just stay
Won't you just stay
Won't you just stay now where the light goes
Under a dark street, no one else knows
Take my hand I'll carry you, you can carry me
'Cause I don't want to wait until tomorrow
Tell you how I feel, the rest of my life
You don't want to waste another minute when you realize
Walking on the dark side of the evening
Maybe it was you who opened my eyes
Burning like a fire on the water
In the city of black and white
Won't you just stay
Won't you just stay
Won't you just stay now, stay now, stay now when light goes
Won't you just stay
Won't you just stay...
Monday, July 25, 2011
Touch- Natasha Bedingfield
When I tripped and spilled my coffee
On a man who yelled at me
And then walked off in a hurry
Now he's gonna be late for work
So he called his secretary
Said to cancel his appointment with the guy in the lobby
Who's been waiting for a while
And talking on the phone
Got invited to a party and thought he couldn't go
But he's here right now
Standing in my house
And someone turns the music loud
So we dance
And we laugh
And we touch (touch touch)
Yeah we dance
And we laugh
And we touch (touch touch)
Gonna party all night till the sun comes up
Cuz it feels like the world dissapears around us
When we dance
When we laugh
When we touch
I was planning out my party
Running errands 'round the city
Gorcery bags full of alcohol
And chocolate chip cookies
Saw a dress that was amazing
In the window of a boutique
So I went across the street
Then my heel broke and it threw me
I tried to catch my balance
But I was 'sposed to fall
It seems that spilling coffee
Was no accident at all
Cuz you're here right now
Sitting on my couch
Funny how it all works out
When we dance
And we laugh
And we touch (touch touch)
Yeah we dance
And we laugh
And we touch (touch touch)
Gonna party all night till the sun comes up
Cuz it feels like the world dissapears around us
When we dance
When we laugh
When we touch
Every choice we make
And every road we take
Every interaction
Starts a chain reaction
We're noth affected when we least expect it
And ten when we touched
And it all connected
Every choice we make
And every road we take
Every interaction
Starts a chain reaction
We're noth affected when we least expect it
And ten when we touched
And it all connected
When we dance
And we laugh
And we touch (touch touch)
Yeah we dance
And we laugh
And we touch (touch touch)
Gonna party all night till the sun comes up
Cuz it feels like the world dissapears around us
When we dance
When we laugh
When we touch
Ooo oo oo ooo
We touch
Ooo oo oo ooo
We touch
Ooo oo oo ooo
We touch
Ooo oo oo ooo
We touch
Sunday, July 24, 2011
O Tapeceiro
Tapeceiro
Grande artista
Vai fazendo o seu trabalho
Incansável, paciente
No seu tear
Tapeceiro
Não se engana
Sabe o fim desde o começo
Trança voltas, mil desvios
Sem perder o fio
Minha vida é obra de tapeçaria
É tecida de cores alergres e vivas
Que fazem contraste no meio das cores
Nubladas e tristes
Se você olha do avesso
Nem imagina o desfecho
No fim das contas
Tudo se explica
Tudo se encaixa
Tudo coopera pro meu bem
Quando se vê pelo lado certo
Muda-se logo a expressão do rosto
Obra de arte pra honra e glória
Do Tapeceiro
Quando se vê pelo lado certo
Todas as cores da minha vida
Dignificam a Jesus Cristo
O Tapeceiro.