Miré a Jesús

I looked at Jesus and contemplated, his gaze upon me
And I saw his saddened face looking at me
A crown of thorns on his forehead
And I saw his hands nailed to a wooden cross

He already paid the debt that I still had
And he suffering on a cross, for my sins
It remains for me to be faithful to him and love him too
I will serve the king of glory until death

I will read in his eyes, my daughter go and tell
What great things the king of glory has done
He has forgiven me and washed me with his blood
And all this he paid on the cross