Historia de Una Niña

God called a girl
To keep him firm on his path
I wanted to do great things with that young woman
I wanted to use it there in the church with power

But there was a problem
That his mother wanted to cut short his destiny
Because she liked other religions
The lady was of dark conduct

But the little one
If I went hidden at night for religious services
And her mother full of anger, of disgust
I angrily went to the church to look for her

In front of everyone
He hit her hard and insulted her
He blasphemed against the most holy and just God
The little girl cried incessantly

He took her hands
They were beaten until they bled
What a hard heart that mother had
Against that little angelic girl

Tormented
The little girl lived
He had a soul full
Of much pain

But his mother
She doesn't let her go out
She locks her up alone
What a lack of love

Loneliness
The girl took advantage
And he knelt down
Full of pain

Alone in her room
He sang and cried
When they locked her up
I was talking to God

Alone in her room
He sang and cried
When they locked her up
I was talking to God

Oh lord
It is impossible to know you
And not love you my king

Adolfo Diaz and Rafael Blanco in Venezuela

And in beauty Fernando Patiño

On September 10th
The lady sent the girl to the store
There was worship 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 language
The Holy Spirit began to administer it
And a person notified his mother

That lady
I enter the church, blinded by rage
He was carrying the girl by the hair
He entered his house and locked himself in

Throwing her to the ground
She hit him with everything she found
And she told him, "Mom, a voice is calling me."
The Angels of God came for me

Find me the dress
White color, I'm already going to heaven
I am crying with joy because I am dying
I will meet with the gentleman today

Just like him
One day he shed his blood
He died for loving me
He sacrificed himself

I die joyfully
In your hands o mother
Blessed is my father
For him I die

I die joyfully
In your hands o mother
Blessed is my father
For him I die

The girl died
And here is his story
With great sadness
People cried

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