Las Heridas de Cristo
Johana Galdamez
The Wounds of Christ
He suffered agony
The King of the universe
When the traitor
Betrayed Him with a kiss
Being whipped
By those men
Being wounded
He asked for forgiveness for them
In my dream
I saw You being whipped
And I ran
Lord to defend You
But the executioner
I dreamt of was someone else
And upon seeing his face
Lord, I saw my own
In the sky where He lives
Whom we worship
There is a work
Of man and his hands
They are the wounds
Of the spear and the nails
They are the wounds
He suffered to save us
He suffered agony
The King of the universe
When the traitor
Betrayed Him with a kiss
Being whipped
By those men
Being wounded
He asked for forgiveness for them
In my dream
I saw You being whipped
And I ran
Lord to defend You
But the executioner
I dreamt of was someone else
And upon seeing his face
Lord, I saw my own
In the sky where He lives
Whom we worship
There is a work
Of man and his hands
They are the wounds
Of the spear and the nails
They are the wounds
He suffered to save us
