Aquela Cruz

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 beating

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 cross in the middle was for me
And in this song I want to express my gratitude
For it was out of love for me
That you came here
To suffer for me
To die for me
For loving me like this