Qué Imagen?

What image are you going to make of me
If you don't know my measurements;
If you were to go to the mountains
Wood would be lacking.

What image are you going to make of me
If you don't know my measurements;
If you were to make them of stones
Stones would be lacking.

My ways are not your ways,
You don't think as I think,
A great mountain separates us,
Your ideas and your attempts.

I am the Almighty
Made flesh and suffering.
You cannot measure me
By the greatness of my deeds.

You cannot measure me,
I am who I am.
You cannot measure me,
I am eternity.
You cannot measure me,
By history.
You cannot measure me,
By one more miracle.
Not all the gold in the world
Will be enough for my measurements;
I am the one who sustains the world
And sustains your life.

What image are you going to make of me
If you don't know my measurements;
If the earth trembles because of me
And the darkness dissipates.

What image are you going to make of me
If you don't know my measurements;
I am the Alpha and the Omega,
I am the one who gives you life.