Redemption

You send me bubbles

where I can put my problems

and in a pop they go.

In a pop they go

and glow with the rising sun,

so kids can play with them

anytime,

anytime they become Your angels

who carry a smile

and tell me

let go,

blow another one.

Let go,

blow a hundred one.

And Jesus also comes to play,

comes to help me blowing

and sings with me,

so the bubbles fly

in a perfect rhythm.

Perfection is what comes

after Your light.

Perfection is what comes

after Your mercy.

My bubbles garden the fields

and the streets,

they remind me my past times,

they remind me better times

are to come.

You love these bubbles,

You receive them in your hands,

so I can dream again

and see your face replacing

the bad images I held

from what I was before.

And the bubbles reflect my real beauty,

all together, like a living mirror,

while inside lie all my worries,

all my dark silly tears

in a pop the go,

in a pop they fade,

in a pop I am

a brand new spirit.//