El Pastor

As usual today it's my turn to preach
I take time with the message for the congregation
My sheep are waiting for me to preach to them
I just hope God gives me strength and is glorified
Because I confess it's been a very tough week
No one thinks I have problems because of my posture
I'm the one who intercedes and prays, facing their challenges
But almost no one knows all my problems
I'm the one who advises, I'm the one who tries to give comfort
But sometimes I need to get up from the ground
Advice that tells me 'don't give up and walk!'
But very few know, almost no one imagines
That I have my struggles like every human goes through
That I've had trials that have shaken my home
That there have been days where I break down in pain
I am a father, I am a husband, I am the pastor

Take me, by your hand don't let go take me
You know my inside and heal my pain
You, my comforter, to you Jesus I ask only
Take me, by your hand don't let go take me
You know my inside and heal my pain
You, my comforter
To you Jesus I ask

It fills me with joy to see how people are restored
But I would be nothing if it weren't for the source
That inspires and encourages me to continue this journey
Despite the wounds, slanders, and stabs
I would give my life so my sheep don't die
But no one expects to be accused and hurt behind your back
And to be judged and watch as another seat empties
But they never ask how I am, how I feel
Although I know so many things that cause me pain
Every day, every night, I try to give my best
I seek direction through the message of the Bible
I try to balance between the church and my family
But God, my strength, encourages me from heaven
And I receive strength when I am prostrate on the ground
Only He knows the things that happen in secret
And without Him, it would be in vain to preach in another cult

Take me, by your hand don't let go take me
You know my inside and heal my pain
You, my comforter, to you Jesus I ask only
Take me, by your hand don't let go take me
You know my inside and heal my pain
You, my comforter
To you Jesus I ask

I am a pastor, I am human not exempt from problems
And above all, I do not hesitate and present myself before the altar
And although at times I long to throw in the towel
I go and look at Jesus, that's my best model
And despite all the reproach that burdened his heart
Nothing stopped him from finishing his mission
And although there are moments when I think it will all end
I know that He who began the work will finish it