Cenas do Calvário

By faith
I contemplated at Calvary my Jesus nailed to the cross,
draining in pain.
His gaze,
expressing a love so deep,
for humanity that despised him.

I also saw the crown of thorns, piercing,
and the people smiling without compassion.
I saw the nails in his hands and feet;
saw him enduring cruel insults.
He did not groan, did not open his mouth.
He suffered because he loved me.

I saw the moment they crucified him;
saw the executioners blaspheming there,
saw when the blood flowed on the central street of Jerusalem.
Saw the women crying for him,
saw him forgiving those who struck him.
Saw when he finally surrendered his spirit to the Father and expired.

I cried seeing the terrible scenes of the cross.
And Jesus' love capable of forgiving.
Who hit him, who hurt him, and spat on his face,
did atrocities, made blood flow.
It was then that he looked at me with love,
and told me my worth that I thought I didn't have.
With his blood, he redeemed me.
It was the most beautiful scene of love.
His story changed my story, because he saved me