A Cruz Apodreceu
Gerson Rufino
The Cross Has Rotted
Where is the hammer that nailed your hands?
Where is that spear that pierced your lung?
The cross you carried that caused so much pain?
The whip that the executioner mercilessly whipped you with?
The nails that pierced, held your feet
Where is the disciple who betrayed, who lost his faith?
Where is the crowd that judged the innocent?
Where are the kings who condemned him?
Where is all these people?
The cross is gone, the cross has rotted
The hammer is no more
The hammer is lost
The nails turned to dust
Rust destroyed them, the disciple died
The whip no one saw
His name was not forgotten
Nor did time erase
His body did not decay
Not a bone was broken
The tomb is empty
Only his place remained
For Jesus, he has risen!
For Jesus, he has risen!
For Jesus, he has risen!
