Maria pequena Maria

Little Mary Maria, you are Elias' gentle breeze
The whisper of God's spirit
You are Moses' burning bush
That carries the Lord and does not consume you

You are the place beside me where the Lord showed Himself to Moses
You are the cleft in the rock
That God covers with His hand
While His glory passes by

May the Lord be with us
If we have found favor in His eyes
It is true that we are sinners
But pray for us and we will be His people and His inheritance

Maria, little Maria
Daughter of Jerusalem, mother of all peoples
Virgin of Nazareth
You are the desert cloud that protects Israel's march
You are the tent of meeting, the ark that carries the covenant
The sanctuary of the Lord's glory

May the Lord be with us
If we have found favor in His eyes
It is true that we are sinners, but pray for us
And we will be His people and His inheritance