Nazarenos
Fruto Del Madero
Nazarenes
Today an enemy knocks on the door
Trying to snatch away my faith
But I know in whom I have placed my life
From His hand I will not fear
They are the persecuted
Marked by their faith
United by the blood
Of Jesus of Nazareth
They are the fruit of the wood
The relief of the Lord
They soothe His wounds
And comfort His pain
We are all Nazarenes
Washed by the blood of the Lamb
In Jesus we are brothers
Seeds of love, new Christians
It is the living word that saves me
My people bear witness to the light
Blessed are the persecuted
Marked by the cross
We are all Nazarenes
Washed by the blood of the Lamb
In Jesus we are brothers
Seeds of love, new Christians
