Muéstrame Tu Gloria
Jotta A
Show me Your Glory
Lord, the sons of Eli
They despise your house
Mocking what is holy
And ignoring you
But come meet me
Show me your glory, your glory
Your voice, I want to hear
Show me your glory, your glory
Your voice, I want to hear
When the world forgets your law
I will remember you
I will keep the flame lit
Because in the house they are in
Eli's sons
There will always be a Samuel to listen to you
Speak and your servant will hear you
I was consecrated on your altar
It doesn't matter about Eli's children
Because I was born to worship you
When the priest falls asleep
And the crowd disperses
And although no one wants to obey you
Lord come find me
come find me
Show me your glory
Show me your glory
Show me your glory, your glory
Your voice, I want to hear
Show me your glory, your glory
Your voice, I want to hear
When the world forgets your law
I will remember you
I will keep the flame lit
Because in the house they are in
Eli's sons
There will always be a Samuel to listen to you
Speak and your servant will hear you
I was consecrated on your altar
It doesn't matter about Eli's children
Because I was born to worship you
When the priest falls asleep
And the crowd disperses
And although no one wants to obey you
Lord come find me
Speak and your servant will hear you
I was consecrated on your altar
It doesn't matter about Eli's children
Because I was born to worship you
When the priest falls asleep
And the crowd disperses
And although no one wants to obey you
Lord come find me
come find me
Show me your glory
Lord come find me
come find me
Show me your glory
Show me your glory
Speak God, speak to me
Touch me with embers from your altar
Speak God, speak to me
Here I am, I will say to your call
