História da Cruz
Josué Barbosa Lira
Story of the Cross
In Jerusalem, they arrested Jesus
My savior
They spat on his face, with the strength of their arm
They whipped him
How my redeemer suffered
It was on the wood
That they crucified my savior
Roman soldiers put up the cross
And Jesus was lifted
Through all the streets, the great wood
My lord dragged
How my redeemer suffered
It was on the wood
That they crucified my savior
And when they arrived there at Calvary
They laid Jesus down
With open arms, on the great wood
In the form of a cross
How my redeemer suffered
It was on the wood
That they crucified my savior
And on his feet and also his hands
Great nails were hammered
My savior, between two thieves
There they raised
How my redeemer suffered
It was on the wood
That they crucified my savior
His left side, a Roman soldier
With a spear pierced
And the gall of bitterness, in the mouth of the master
He placed
It was done like this with my redeemer
But after three days
From inside the tomb, he rose
