O Semeador

These hands that sowed
The seed of love
Today are forgotten
Where is the sower?
These feet that walked
Sometimes feeling pain
And suddenly stopped
Christ asks insistently
Where is the sower?

Where is the sower?
I hear cries and laments
The seed was in your hands
And someone is thirsty
Inside your heart
I placed this talent
But you despised it
You didn't plant the seed
But threw them to the wind

I searched in the rocky ground
I searched among the thorns
I didn't find the seed
Not even by the wayside
The seed that I gave you
Where did you put it
And where are you walking?
I keep asking
Where is the sower?