Heridas
Arautos do Rei
Wounds
How I long to see my Jesus
How I long to hear his sweet voice
When redemption finally comes
With tenderness I will ask him:
Why do you have wounded hands?
Why do you have wounded feet?
They are wounds with which I was wounded,
In the house of my friends.
Why do you have wounded hands?
Why do you have wounded feet?
They are wounds with which I was wounded,
Because I loved you until the end.
What pain I caused my Jesus,
Bitter suffering on the cross.
This story of unmatched love,
I will not tire of asking:
Why do you have wounded hands?
Why do you have wounded feet?
They are wounds with which I was wounded,
In the house of my friends.
Why do you have wounded hands?
Why do you have wounded feet?
They are wounds with which I was wounded,
Because I loved you until the end.
