Por Amor

Wounded by nails and thorns
Wounded by my sins
It's me, with the spear in hand
The soldier who wounded his sacred heart

Stripped before the eyes of the mother who loved him so much
It's me, the kiss that betrayed him
All the pain he felt
The cross he carried

He died nailed to the Roman wood
For me, he suffered the pain of a mere human
And for love he took my sins
And made me worthy of salvation

Crucified for my rejection
Like a rose crushed to the ground
And for love he took my sins
And made me worthy of salvation