Aquela Cruz
Luciana Batista
That Cross
The pains in your body
The nails in your hands
A crown of thorns
A cross, such humiliation
Towards Golgotha
Jesus did not complain
He was so weakened
From all the beatings he took
That cross was for me
That crown was for me
That path was for me to tread
But he loved me and went in my place
The lashes were for me
The middle cross was for me
And in this song I want to express
My gratitude, for it was for loving me
That you came here
To suffer for me
To die for me
For loving me like this
The pains in your body
The nails in your hands
A crown of thorns
A cross, such humiliation
Towards Golgotha
Jesus did not complain
He was so weakened
From all the beatings he took
That cross was for me
That crown was for me
That path was for me to tread
But he loved me and went in my place
The lashes were for me
The middle cross was for me
And in this song I want to express
My gratitude, for it was for loving me
That you came here
To suffer for me
To die for me
For loving me like this
That cross was for me
That crown was for me
That path was for me to tread
But he loved me and went in my place
The lashes were for me
The middle cross was for me
And in this song I want to express
My gratitude, for it was for loving me
For loving me
For loving me
On that cross
On that cross
