Rosa Vermelha

Looking at this world He saw a great crowd
Walking alone with nothing in hand
His life was a red rose nailed to the cross
Those who passed by Him felt compassion

And the Rose withering and bleeding, fading in pain
Losing color without breath
But its perfume clings to the hand that crushed it
And those who hurt it were granted forgiveness

Now His blood falls to the ground
Three days dying, He saw no loneliness
On the third day the world was filled with flowers
And the Red Rose, once again, Sprouted

Jesus is the lily of the valleys, the Rose of Sharon
Even His thorns are marks of love
Now He lives to plant a great garden
And if you wish, you will be a flower
You will be a flower