Lastimada niña
Venga para escuchar
En sus brazos
Sanidad
Ponga sus hechas
Lo bueno y malo
Donde condenacion
No hay
Sobre todos
Toma sus manos
Libertad
Jesus la conoce
Niña, es verdad
Antes de que naciera
La vio
This is a poem I wrote about a girl who has been hurt. I wrote to her that Jesus loves her and knew her before she was born. I will translate it, but I don't think its poetry will be quite the same.
Injured girl
Come to hear
In His arms
Healing
Put your deeds
The good and the bad
Where condemnation
Is not there
That precious name
Over all names
Take his hands
Freedom
Jesus knows you
Little girl its true
Before you were born
He saw you