Madre de Consolación

A 15-year-old girl happy
For having found Christ
Enters a church in her city
Takes out her guitar and composes her
First religious song, never
Imagined that she would later sing it
For so many people. that girl was me.

A voice cuts through the silence
Water in the desert of pain, voiceless
The march opens hearts
A sigh that turns into a breeze
Wants to give love

You have heard the cry
Things of consolation
Girl with sweet dreams
Of giving to this world
The awaited salvation

Strength that invades life
That forges hopes
From a virginal love

Girl, you accepted to be a mother
You became a slave
Set aside your fears
Faced a future
Full of pain

Thank you for your yes to hope
That opens a path for us
Towards the infinite God
Towards a loving father
Who waits until the end

You are the mother of creation
Mother of consolation

You seek a nascent story
A torch that shines
And comforts with its light

Like the almighty God
Who redeems and comforts
His people on the cross
After another love story
Things of consolation

Fire that consumes my soul
It's the voice of your son
Calling me to follow

Keep attracting paths
That seem like mine
Guiding them here

Mother, this moment is yours
With you in the struggle
To channel paths
Forge destinies, to liberate

Mother, your time is my time
To give hope, open horizons
Show men
The face of God

Mother, make silence mine
That in time
I hear the voice
Of the one who loves me
And urges me to continue

Mother of consolation
Mother of consolation