Prostrado a Teus Pés

I dreamed of a city in glory
Shining brighter than the Sun
I entered through the gates of pearls
The angels were waiting there

They took me through the mansions
I saw things I can't explain
And I said to them: I want to see my Christ
Because He was the one who died for me

Prostrated at your feet I cried Holy
Holy, Holy
I raised my hands and gave glory
Glory to the Son of God

Upon entering the gates of heaven
My family recognized me
They took me through the streets of gold
There are no words to describe what I saw

I spoke with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
With Mark and Timothy as well
And I said to them: I want to see my Christ
Because He was the one who died for me