El Dios de Sueños

Boiling in my heart of hearts
Nostalgia coursing through each vein,
The dull ache increasing with each thump
And each breath that I suck in,
Surpassed by nothing but the mystery
Of the Lord, my Creator
Burdening my soul and urging
“Go into all the World… tell them.”

A steady rhythm of joyous peace
Interrupted only by a desperate thirst
To share with them the Beautiful Savior.

  Deseo compartir con ustedes
  Sobre la hermosura del Señor,
  Tienen un Salvador que vive
  Y que quiere ser el Señor de Bolivia,
  El Dios de sus Sueños

Desiring relief for this lost and forgotten people,
Nourishment for the soul
A cup of cold, refreshing water
To ease a depleted and stale past.

Boiling in the heart of Latin America
Intensity coursing through its veins
A spiritual war raging just beyond the seen,
Flagitious spirits clutching tightly
To the souls waiting to be claimed
By the King of Kings,
Murmurs beckoning my spirit
I will tell them.