A Árvore e a Cruz
Mara Lima
The Tree and the Cross
I wanted to know, from the lumberjack himself
What wood did he use to make the cross?
Although I feel that the tree
He cried when he fell to the ground
And the axe that carved it
He broke down with so much emotion
The cross was the heaviest
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
I wanted to know what the executioner felt
When he struck Jesus with forty lashes
Making so many wounds on the one who only did good?
Who knows, maybe the executioner felt it
The pain of the whippings too?
The cross was the heaviest
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
I wanted to know why the earth shook
The sun has set, and night has come
Was it a protest against the crime of the author of creation?
They showed to have more feelings
They proved to have more heart
The cross was the heaviest
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
On the outside they only saw wood
But inside were my sins
