Un Lugar Llamado Gracia

I found a place where I could take off my shoes
These feet that are no longer lost
A corner of peace that welcomes me
Even if he comes covered in mud and wounds

I found a shelter that doesn't require entry
Nothing but dying on the threshold

A place called grace where Christ fills everything
A place called grace a workshop of the heart
Where God is always waiting

I found a hug that refuses to reproach
A gentle whistle in the midst of the storm
A lit fire, a loaf of bread and a glass of wine
A place for the poor and oppressed

A place called grace where Christ fills everything
A place called grace a workshop of the heart
A place called grace where Christ fills everything
A place called grace a workshop of the heart
Where God is always waiting