Cristianos - Marcos Vidal

Antes les llamaban nazarenos, despus cristianos

Hoy no saben ya cmo llamar a cada grupo

Hay tantos…

Antes al mirarles se decan: ЎVed cmo se aman!

Hoy al contemplarles se repiten:

ЎVed cmo se separan!

ЇQuin sabr quien de ellos tiene la verdad?

Cmo ha conseguido el enemigo robarnos el terreno

Hemos comenzado a hacer murallas

Olvidando lo primero

Que no hay cristianismo verdadero detrs de una careta

Si no reflejamos a Jess, perdemos nuestra meta

Que l que sirve a los dems es el mayor

Que el sermn del monte an est en vigor

Que an existe el buen ejemplo

Y la humildad de corazn

Y que no hay vida ni hay iglesia si no hay perdn

Ojal el Maestro pueda decir como dijera hace aos:

'No lloris, slo duerme, no est muerta'

ЇQu te pasa, iglesia amada, que no reaccionas

Slo a veces te emocionas, y no acabas de cambiar?

Antes tenan todo en comn y oraban en la noche

Hoy compiten por saber quin tiene

Mejor casa y mejor coche

Antes moran abrazados en la arena del circo romano

Hoy discuten si al orar hay que alzar o no las manos

Unos creen en profecas y otros no

Unos predican la fe y otros el amor

Uno habla en lenguas y otro presume de virtud

Y el mundo muere, muere, muere sin ver la luz

Jess se levant de la muerte

Їy acaso a ti no habr quin te despierte?

Before they were called Nazarenes, later Christians.

Today they no longer know how to call each group

There are so many…

Before, when looking at them, they would say: See how they love each other!

Today when contemplating them they repeat themselves:

See how they part!

Who knows which of them has the truth?

How has the enemy managed to steal our land?

We have begun to build walls

forgetting the first

That there is no true Christianity behind a mask

If we don't mirror Jesus, we lose our goal

That he who serves others is the greatest

May the sermon on the mount still be in force

That the good example still exists

And humility of heart

And that there is no life nor is there a church if there is no forgiveness

Hopefully the Master can say as he said years ago:

'Don't cry, just sleep, she's not dead'

What's wrong with you, beloved church, that you don't react

You only get excited sometimes, and haven't you just changed?

Before they had everything in common and prayed at night

Today they compete to know who has

Better house and better car

Before they dwell embraced in the arena of the Roman circus

Today they discuss whether or not to raise your hands when praying

Some believe in prophecies and others do not

Some preach faith and others love

One speaks in tongues and another boasts of virtue

And the world dies, dies, dies without seeing the light

Jesus rose from the dead

And perhaps there will be no one to wake you up?