La Culpa

No, it wasn't his hand that pointed you out like that
Not his word, not even his voice
I know it hurts when a dream dies
But it hurts even more to live without God

I feel that due to lack of knowledge
They hurt you and locked the door to your feelings
That they manipulated you in the name of ignorance
And the genuine illusion for you is now just a story
I'm sorry that you no longer feel the desire
To believe again like I do

Because it has been a prisoner of human will
Who think that favor is attracted with wool
Pacting for vain intentions
I'm sorry that you saw sacrifice as
Clouded in the benefit of the one who always seeks refuge for his ego

Forgive me if they marked you at the beginning, with nebula and
With words of judgment, in exchange for your service
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if some of those prophecies
Full of emotion and joy
Spoke to you in the name of the messiah
Who gave everything, the date and the day and God still hasn't found out

I know you got tired of the system
And after so much rowing, you rowed, but in favor of the problem
Of course you didn't understand the scheme
Until you understood it and they labeled you anathema

I know they tried hard to talk to you
But when you failed
They all forgot to preach to you
Making you feel like you weren't part of it

And I apologize for thinking that failing is from Mars
I regret that you saw blind due to fanaticism
And that you had your first experience with classism
That your heart felt an earthquake
Seeing that not everyone loves their neighbor as themselves
I'm sorry that they squeezed you until you were pulpless
For the human who usurps the voice of God
But God wasn't to blame

No, it wasn't his hand that pointed you out like that
Not his word, not even his voice
I know it hurts when a dream dies
But it hurts even more to live without God

I know it hurts
It happened to me too and I cried
I prayed and didn't delay in approaching God
Under his wisdom I dwelt
And although man betrayed, Jesus acted, and I fell in love

I improved, because I serve as anesthesia
Understanding that Jesus died for me, not the church
That before distancing myself because of what several did to me
I must remember what God did on Calvary

That the pastor doesn't greet you at the end of the service
To distance yourself from the church doesn't grant you a pardon
And I don't hide that apart from a prejudice
It would be an insult to his sacrifice

Take the Bible out of the bag and don't expect much from the human being
If they put nails in the hands of the giver of life
The problem wasn't Christ, it was some Christians
Who left you on read, needing a brother

There's a shoulder to cry on and a hug to go on
And a text to remember that he died to live
The one who still exclaims, even if they disguise themselves in piety
Forgive them, they don't know what they're doing

No, it wasn't his hand that pointed you out like that
Not his word, not even his voice
I know it hurts when a dream dies
But it hurts even more to live without God

No, it wasn't his hand that pointed you out like that
It wasn't his voice, what blame did God have