Tu Palabra
Marcela Gándara
Your Word
Your word
Is like oil on my wounds
It's the water in the desert
And the warmth in the winter
Your word
Is the voice that speaks to me in the morning
It's my advice every day
And in trials, it's who guides me
I could be lost
Like a shipwrecked in the sea
And still lose everything to the breath
I could be hungry
Like a homeless child
But I know that your word
Will always sustain me
Your word
Is like sweet honey for my lips
It's the perfect melody
That delights me every day
Your word
Is my refuge in the midst of trials
In sadness, it's my joy
In loneliness, my company
