Mis Amigos

I saw them grow
They were the naughtiest in the church
They were so small and so hard to understand
But the years have passed
And I would like to see them again

I would like to turn back time
And meet up with my friends
Go together to the altar
Recite texts from memory
In Sunday school
But this is not so easy
It's very hard to achieve
When they sought support
They couldn't even find it in their parents

Listen to me, father
What I'm going to tell you
One day you will realize
What God entrusted you here
Take good care of your children
That they do not stray from the Lord
And then you want to build
Where you destroyed

I would like to turn back time
And meet up with my friends
Go together to the altar
Recite texts from memory
In Sunday school
But this is not so easy
It's very hard to achieve
When they sought support
They couldn't even find it in their parents