Prenda-Me a Ti

Inside of me there is for You
An immature love
But for being immature
It doesn't cease to be love

Sometimes I get distracted
And before I know it
I'm involved by
Passions of this world

But inside of me I know
To whom my soul belongs
For whom it sighs
So I ask you

Glue my gaze to yours
Hold my hands to yours
Tie my feet to your feet
For there is no other place
Where I desire to be other than
Bound to the beloved of my soul
Close to the beloved of my soul
Being so
When you move I move
Wherever you go I go too
When I'm bound to you

I want to love you more
And have eyes only for you
My Jesus
I want to love you more
And have eyes only for you

So I ask you
Glue my gaze to yours
Hold my hands to yours
Tie my feet to your feet
For there is no other place
Where I desire to be