Tuesday, January 31, 2012

You're My Home

When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home

When you touch my weary head
And you tell me everything will be all right
You say, "Use my body for your bed
And my love will keep you warm throughout the night"
Well I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone
Whenever we're together, that's my home

Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Indiana's early morning dew
High up in the hills of California
Home is just another word for you

Well I never had a place that
I could call my very own
That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home

If I travel all my life
And I never get to stop and settle down
Long as I have you by my side
There's a roof above and good walls all around
You're my castle, you're my cabin
and my instant pleasure dome
I need you in my house 'cause you're my home.

You're my home.
Eres Mi Hogar

Cuando miras a mis ojos
Y ves al loco gitano en mi alma
Siempre me sorprende
Cuando siento mis raíces secas comienzan a crecer
Bueno, nunca tuve un lugar que pudiera llamar propio
Está bien, mi amor, porque tú eres mi hogar
Cuando me tocas la cabeza cansada
Y me dices todo va a estar bien
Y me dices: "Usa mi cuerpo como tu cama
Y mi amor te dara calor toda la noche."
Esta bien, nunca seré un extraño y nunca estare solo
porque al estar juntos tu eres mi hogar

Mi hogar puede ser la autopista de Pennsylvania 
O el rocío de la mañana en Indiana
En lo alto de las colinas de California
El hogar es sólo otra palabra para ti

Bueno, nunca tuve un lugar que
Podría llamar a mi propio
Está bien, mi amor, porque tú eres mi hogar

Si viajo toda mi vida
Y nunca llego a quedarme en un lugar
Siempre y cuando te tenga a mi lado
Habra un techo y paredes y todo estara bien
Eres mi castillo, eres mi cabaña
y eres mi refugio de placer
Te necesito en mi casa porque tu eres mi hogar

Tu eres mi hogar.

Sunday, January 22, 2012


The subject of "God" is an extremely personal topic. I respect everyone's views and beliefs regarding God and I share the following thoughts hoping they may bless someone somewhere sometime. 

"And he got up and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him, and felt compassion for him, and ran and embraced him, and kissed him." Luke 15:20, NAS Bible

One day as I was reading the story of the prodigal son, the verbs in the verse above, regarding the prodigal's father, suddenly came alive. I had wondered so many times how God felt about me. Suddenly I knew, for through the prodigal's father I glimpsed the face and heart of God. My heavenly Father was a watching, running, weeping, laughing, embracing, kissing God! He was an encouraging, affirming, praising, affectionate kind of God.

Having the wrong idea of God is extremely sad and may lead us to never get to know who He really is and what He is like. Unfortunately many people think that God is out to get them and see Him as a policeman stopping them from having "fun." Others consider God a made-up story. Other people see Him as an "energy" to help them in whatever they need. God is none of these. God is the most amazing father you can possibly imagine !! He not only created each individual on earth, but when when everyone turned their back on Him, He sent His Son to call them back to Him. He forgave each of us before we even asked for His forgiveness.

Today He is waiting for you to come back to Him so He can embrace you. That's the God I know. He seeks to have a relationship with us, not out of duty, religiosity, or fear but out of love. 

I l o v e my Abba Father because He l o v e d me first. When I came back to Him He ran to embrace me !! Every day I thank Him for His constant Grace and Blessings in my life. I am so thankful that He waited patiently for me and when He saw me coming back, He ran to embrace me. 

That's who God is. A loving father waiting for us to come home to embrace us.