En el caos, en tormenta sé que sigues
siendo Dios. Cuando siento que soy débil me
das la gracia para seguir.
Al oír tu dulce voz, cantaré esta
canción.
No hay nadie como tú, sólo Cristo.
One day as he was walking by the sea, he saw a small boy who, with the help of a shell, was emptying water from the ocean into a hole he had dug in the sand.
"What are you doing, son?" asked Augustine. He was impressed by the naive answer, "I'm going to empty all the sea into this hole."
Augustine smiled. An inner voice, however, was saying to him, "You are trying to do the same thing by thinking you can understand the depths of God with your limited mind."
Augustine
siendo Dios. Cuando siento que soy débil me
das la gracia para seguir.
Al oír tu dulce voz, cantaré esta
canción.
No hay nadie como tú, sólo Cristo.
One day as he was walking by the sea, he saw a small boy who, with the help of a shell, was emptying water from the ocean into a hole he had dug in the sand.
"What are you doing, son?" asked Augustine. He was impressed by the naive answer, "I'm going to empty all the sea into this hole."
Augustine smiled. An inner voice, however, was saying to him, "You are trying to do the same thing by thinking you can understand the depths of God with your limited mind."
Augustine
I don't understand Lord, i really don't...
But still...
i'll obey
cuz it's You.
i'll obey
cuz it's You.
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