Текст и перевод песни Gladys Muñoz - Iglesia Pequeña

Iglesia Pequeña

Recuerdo con nostalgia a veces, mi corazon llora ya llego la noche no veo la hora de ir a la iglesia a adorar a Dios.
Y cuando llego miro al altar veo al pastor sentado mirardo a la iglesia que esta callada veo en sus ojos su mirar sufrido.
Por que recuerda con nostalgia la primera iglesia que era pequeña y apretadita, apenas habia luz para clarear.
Mas cuando el pastor predicaba el cielo se habria, la iglesia oraba y el poder caía, aquella si era iglesia de oracion.
Iglesia pequeña donde Dios hablaba su poder caía y a su iglesia Jesús visitaba, donde esta ahora mi pequeña iglesia, la alabanza subía y en el mismo instante su poder caía.
Y hoy aunque muchos digan que el tiempo ha cambiado la Gloria es del hombre se han modernizado,
su palabra dice soy el mismo hoy y ayer.
Y muchos adorardo a los templos han hecho creer que esto es una fabula que en el no hay poder,
negando su Nombre igual que ayer.
Y hoy el pastor de esta iglesia debe guiar al redil a enseñarles su palabra a seguir manteniendo la iglesia firme y fiel
Y toda iglesia en oracion prosigue prudente en consagracion marcha para el frente velando y orando al cielo volara
Iglesia pequeña donde Dios hablaba su poder caía y a su iglesia Jesús visitaba, donde esta ahora mi pequeña iglesia, la alabanza subía y en el mismo instante su poder caía.
Iglesia pequeña donde Dios hablaba su poder caia y a su iglesia Jesús visitaba, donde esta ahora mi pequeña iglesia, la alabanza subía y en el mismo instante su poder caía.
La alabanza subia y en el mismo instante su poder caía,
La alabanza subia y en el mismo instante su poder caía

The Little Church

Sometimes I remember with nostalgia, my heart weeps. Night has come and I yearn for the moment I can go to church to worship God.
And when I arrive, I look at the altar and I see the pastor sitting there, staring at the silent church. I see in his eyes his weary gaze.
Because he remembers with nostalgia the first church, which was small and crowded, with barely enough light to see.
But when the pastor preached, heaven would open, the church would pray, and power would descend. That was truly a church of prayer.
Little church where God spoke, His power descended, and He visited His church. Where is my little church now, where the praises rose and in that very instant His power fell.
And today, although many say that times have changed, the glory belongs to man, they have modernized,
His word says I am the same today and yesterday.
And many worshiping the temples have made believe that this is a fable, that there is no power in Him,
denying His name, just like yesterday.
And today, the pastor of this church must guide the flock, to teach them His word, to keep the church steady and faithful.
And every church in prayer continues, wise in consecration, marching forward, watching and praying, it will fly to heaven.
Little church where God spoke, His power descended, and He visited His church. Where is my little church now, where the praises rose and in that very instant His power fell.
Little church where God spoke, His power descended, and He visited His church. Where is my little church now, where the praises rose and in that very instant His power fell.
The praises rose and in that very instant His power fell,
The praises rose and in that very instant His power fell.