Un Lugar Llamado Gracia

I found a place where I could take off
These feet that are lost can't take it anymore
A corner of peace that welcomes me
Even if it comes full of mud and wounds

I found a refuge that doesn't demand to enter
Anything else but to be dying at 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 an embrace that refuses to reproach
A gentle whistle in the midst of the storm
A fire lit, a 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