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

The rose withering, bleeding, fading in pain
Losing color, breathless
But its perfume clings to the hand that crushed it
And to those who hurt it, forgiveness was granted

Now its blood shedding, falling to the ground
Three days dying, oh vile solitude
On the third day the world was filled with flowers
And the red rose, bloomed again

Jesus is the Lily of the Valleys, Rose of Sharon
Even His thorns are marks of love
And now He lives to plant a great garden
If you wish, you will be a flower, a flower