Am bratele-acestea (English translation)

  • Artist: Mariana Somesan
  • Featuring artist: Carmen Movileanu
  • Song: Am bratele-acestea
  • Translations: English

Am bratele-acestea

Am bratele acestea si-o secera-n mana
Si-mi spune stapanul: " E timpul sa iesi"
Sunt semne ca poate veni o furtuna
Si-n ceasul acesta cand forte se aduna
E bine sa fim intelesi.
Slavite sunt mainile cu secera care
Privesc catre holde spre graul ce-i copt
Eu stiu ca-i urgenta in marea lucrare
Ca graul curat va fi strans in hambare
Iar pleava va arde in foc.
Dar inima mea e atat de bolnava
Nu poate sa poarte un pas viguros
De focul credintei e nevoie degraba
Caci singura sansa e Domnul Christos
El pune putere si slava.
Un gand arzator ma indeamna intruna
Sa inchei cu stapanul un nou legamant
Dar marea dorinta a cerului este
Sa-l las sa lucreze sa nu ma framant
Din cauza Duhului Sfant.
Ce facem, Parinte? Sunt torte putine
Mai cheama la lucru cu sfantu-ti cuvant
Si aceasta chemare rosteste-o prin mine
Si strigatul care se-ndreapta spre lume
Sa fie prin Duhul Tau Sfant.
Si spune Stapanul: "E timpul sa iesi"
Si cand peste holde se aseaza un cant
E marea lucrare a celor alesi
Iar bratele care lucreaza iubind
Sunt bratele Duhului Sfant.
Submitted by ruscornelicaruscornelica on Mon, 20/01/2020 - 05:44
Submitter's comments:

The Lord of the Harvest - Matthew 9:36-38

"Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every disease and sickness. When He saw the crowds, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into His harvest.”

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I have these arms

I have these arms and a sickle in my hand
And the Master tells me: "It's time to go out"
There are signs that a storm may come
For this hour when forces gather
It's good to be prepared.
Glorious are the hands with the sickle
Looking at the field towards the ripened wheat
I know it's an urgency in the great work
That the clean wheat will be gathered in the barns
And the chaff will burn in the fire.
But my heart is so sick
It cannot bear a vigorous step
It really need for the fire of faith
For the only chance is Christ
He gives power and glory.
A burning thought urges me all the time
To make a new covenant with the Master
But the great desire of heaven is
To let to work, not to worry
Because of the Holy Spirit.
What are we doing, Father? There are few torches
Call the workers by Your Holy Word
And make this call through me
And the cry that goes to the world
May it be done through Your Holy Spirit.
And the Master says: "It's time to go out"
And when a calm comes in the fields
It is the great work of those chosen
And the arms that work loving
They are the arms of the Holy Spirit.
Submitted by ruscornelicaruscornelica on Mon, 20/01/2020 - 05:47
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