Verse 1 (Solo – Spanish) Una voz cruzó fronteras, Con un sueño y una luz. Una historia hecha esperanza, Que nos llevó hacia la cruz… No de pena… No de miedo… Sino al milagro De volver a vivir. ⸻ Verse 1 (Solo – English) One small voice crossed every border, Carrying hope from heart to heart. One shared story, One new beginning, One more chance to make a start. Every page became a promise, Every meeting lit a flame. Love kept whispering— “You belong.” ⸻ Chorus (Small Ensemble) La Viña vive… Living in our hearts. La Viña vive… Healing every part. One family… Una familia… One message… Un mensaje… One hope… Una esperanza… Forever growing… ⸻ (The choir joins quietly.) ⸻ Verse 2 Some arrived with empty pockets. Some arrived with broken dreams. Some believed that life was over… Until someone simply said, “Bienvenido.” Welcome home. Some became the ones who listened. Some became the ones who served. Every quiet act of kindness Changed a life forevermore. ⸻ Chorus (Larger Choir) ¡La Viña vive! Thirty years of grace. Across our homes… Across our meetings… Love has found a place. From New York… To California… From México… To Spain… One message keeps on blooming, Again… And again… And again. ⸻ Bridge (Everything softens) Maybe… We never knew each other’s names. Maybe… We spoke different words. Yet tears… Need no translation. Hope… Needs no passport. Love… Has only one language. ⸻ (A lone trumpet answers.) ⸻ )Final Build- Voices begin entering one at a time. An older man. A young woman. Children. A choir. The audience joins.) ⸻ Final Chorus ¡La Viña vive! Lift your voices high! Thirty years of miracles Reaching to the sky. One Fellowship. One Purpose. Many voices… One song. Take this light Into tomorrow. Carry hope… Carry love… Carry one another… Until another heart Finds home. ⸻ Ending (A cappella) Softly… Almost whispered… La Viña vive… La esperanza vive… El amor vive… Y vivirá… (La Viña lives… Hope lives… Love lives… And it will live on.) ⸻ Closing Spoken Narration (optional) “Thirty years ago, someone planted a small seed. They could not have imagined the harvest. Tonight we celebrate every writer… every reader… every trusted servant… every volunteer… every family… and every alcoholic who found hope in these pages. The magazine is paper. The message is life. La Viña vive… porque la esperanza vive. La Viña lives… because hope lives.”
