El Premio
Christine D'Clario
The Prize
In a garden, we fell
In a garden, he prayed
Not my will
But yours oh God
My sin, he bore
To make me like him
And pierce the veil
And see his face
The cross was the bridge
To be able to enter
Back to the garden
Once again
The cross is the bridge
Forever I will say
Worthy is the Lamb
Who died
Worthy, worthy
Worthy is the Lamb who died
To receive the prize
For his great suffering
Worthy is the Lamb who died
Receive the prize Lamb of God
