La Iglesia de Tablas Viejas

On the edge of the street in a poor neighborhood
Where I lived
There was a house and a strong town
That cried out to God
Among the others, she was so different
I know branches I will forget
Those people

Arriving at the block, I could see a very fenced church
Curiously I approached the window
I wanted to return to God, I was astray
When suddenly, to enter, I was invited

Entering the church, I could hear that beautiful song
Almost breaking into tears, asking for forgiveness
In that holy place
The pastor preaching his calling
Unable to resist, falling to the ground, kneeling

The pastor prayed for me
I returned to Jesus
He blessed my life
Today I walk in the light
Some years have passed
I am alive now
But I sing again with
That town
My soul cries

How many times the divine power
I felt beside brothers
When singing my first hymns
The ones I learned from the Christian hymnal
Glory, glory, hallelujah

I desire to praise God
Again, there in my land
Sing new hymns
In the church of old boards