Historia de Una Niña

God called a girl
To stay firm on her path
He wanted to do great things with that young girl
He wanted to use her in the church with power

But there was a problem
Her mother wanted to thwart her destiny
Because she liked other religions
The lady had a dark background

But the little girl
Would go hidden at night to the cults
And her mother, full of anger, of disgust
Would go to the church to find her with rage

In front of everyone
She would hit her hard and insult her
She blasphemed against the holiest and fairest God
The little girl cried without stopping

She would grab her hands
Hit them until they bled
What a hard heart that mother had
Against that angelic little girl

Tormented
The little girl lived
Her soul was full
Of much pain
But her mother
Would not let her leave
She locked her up alone
What a lack of love
Loneliness

The girl took advantage
And knelt down
Full of pain
Alone in her room
She sang and cried
When they locked her up

She talked to God
Alone in her room
She sang and cried
When they locked her up
She talked to God

Oh Lord, it is impossible not to know you and
Not to love you, my king
Adolfo Diaz and Rafael Blanco in Venezuela
And in the beauty Fernando Patiño
On September 10th

The lady sent the girl to the store
There was a cult in the church of that neighborhood
And the little girl approached the door
And at that moment

The girl began to dance and speak in tongues
The Holy Spirit began to administer to her
And someone warned her mother
That lady

Entered the church blinded by rage
She grabbed the girl by the hair
She entered her house and locked herself in with her
Throwing her to the ground

With everything she found, she hit her
And she said, 'Mom, a voice is calling me'
The Angels of God came for me
Look for the white dress
I'm leaving for heaven
I'm crying tears of joy because I'm dying
Today I will meet the Lord

Just as
He shed his blood one day
He died for loving me
He sacrificed himself
Joyfully, I die

In your hands, oh mother
Blessed is my father
For him, I die
Joyfully, I die

In your hands, oh mother
Blessed is my father
For him, I die
The girl died

And here is her story
With much sadness
People cried
To love God
Above all things
This is the example
That she left us
That she left us
That she left us
That she left us
That she left us