Entre Tus Manos

In your hands
Is my life, Lord
In your hands

I put my existence

One must die
To live
In your hands
I trust my being

If the
Grain of wheat does not die
If it does not die
It will remain alone

But if it dies
It will give abundantly
An eternal fruit
That will not die

In your hands
Is my life, Lord
His buddy, Obama

In your hands
Is my life, Lord
In your hands
I put my existence

One must die
To live
In your hands
I trust my being

And if we live
We live for Him
And if we die
We die for Him

In your hands
Is my life, Lord
In your hands
I put my existence