tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674500374456770307.post2239596654175667820..comments2014-10-05T20:29:32.538-07:00Comments on MI VIAJE CON DAVID ARCHULETA.: DEVOCIONAL EN SAN FERNANDO. CHILE.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00244218914304291034noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674500374456770307.post-61020306381428137442013-08-28T18:25:50.471-07:002013-08-28T18:25:50.471-07:00Gladys!
Elder Archuleta, el director de el coro??...Gladys!<br /><br />Elder Archuleta, el director de el coro????!!! Que linda surpresa! Estado muy ocupada pero extrano nuestras platicas :) Muy pronto y muchisimas gracias por esta gran sorpresa de noticias de nuestro Elder.<br /><br />djafanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674500374456770307.post-45800709256686561622013-08-28T09:28:21.755-07:002013-08-28T09:28:21.755-07:00hi Nelly, the translation into English is not lite...hi Nelly, the translation into English is not literal, so you will not find matches in words, but there are similarities in some paragraphs and in the general idea.<br />Thank you very much for your input and for reading my blogAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00244218914304291034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674500374456770307.post-79176699894027199432013-08-28T07:51:35.443-07:002013-08-28T07:51:35.443-07:00Thank You Gladys!! Gracias!!!!Thank You Gladys!! Gracias!!!!heidijoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09426034992557013620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674500374456770307.post-46653634690405865052013-08-28T07:15:30.767-07:002013-08-28T07:15:30.767-07:00Gladys, the translator got the words (English) wro...Gladys, the translator got the words (English) wrong for His Hands. <br /><br />His hands<br /> tools of creation,<br /> stronger than nations<br /> power without end,<br /> and yet through them we find our truest friend.<br /> His hands,<br /> sermons of kindness,<br /> healing men's blindness<br /> halting years of pain<br /> children waiting to be held again.<br /><br />His hands would serve his whole life through,<br /> showing man what hands might do<br /> giving, ever giving, endlessly.<br /> Each day was filled with selflessness<br /> and I'll not rest until I make of my hands what they could be;<br /> 'til these hands become like those from Galilee.<br /><br />His hands<br /> lifting a leper,<br /> warming a beggar,<br /> calling back the dead<br /> breaking bread, five thousand fed.<br /> His hands<br /> hushing contention,<br /> pointing to heaven,<br /> ever free of sin.<br /> Then bidding man to follow him.<br /><br />His hands would serve his whole life through,<br /> showing man what hands might do,<br /> giving, ever giving, endlessly.<br /> Each day was filled with selflessness<br /> and I'll not rest until I make my hands what they could be;<br /> 'til these hands become like those from Galilee.<br /><br />His hands,<br /> clasped in agony,<br /> as he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden.<br /> While just moments away,<br /> other hands betray him<br /> out of greed, shameful greed.<br /> And then his hands<br /> are trembling,<br /> straining to carry the beam that they've been nailed to.<br /> As he stumbles through the streets,<br /> heading for the hill on which he'd die,<br /> he would die.<br /> They take his hands, his mighty hands, those gentle hands,<br /> and then they pierce them, they pierce them,<br /> he lets them, because of love.<br /> From birth to death was selflessness<br /> and clearly now I see him with his hands<br /> calling to me.<br /> And though I'm not yet as I would be,<br /> he has shown me how I could be,<br /> I'll make my hands like those from Galilee<br />Nellie83https://www.blogger.com/profile/11947555956929607292noreply@blogger.com