Pés Descalço
Mara Lima
Barefoot
Barefoot and wounded goes Jesus along the way
A heavy cross to callus and He bore it alone
He didn't want to complain because He had to go through Golgotha, through Golgotha
His face already burned by the sun, punished by the soldiers
They beat and spat on His face, He didn't want to complain
Because He had to reach Golgotha, to Golgotha
And the stones on the way, and the weight of this cross
And the hands pushing Him made my Jesus fall
The soldier mercilessly whipped until Christ rose
The crown of thorns and the flowing blood, the disfigured face no one recognized
He couldn't complain because He wanted to save me at Golgotha, at Golgotha
Great nails pierce His hands, and His feet as well
Nailed and the vinegar He drank, and the spear that pierced Him
Christ gave a loud cry:
It is finished, at Golgotha, at Golgotha
Then on the third day He rose with power
His death gave me life and defeated the enemy
What can I do to thank?
I give my life at your disposal!
