Gesto de Amor

All his love He showed,
When he walked among the people who rejected him
He was wounded then, to fulfill, finally,
The mission that the father entrusted to him
Those thorns were all my sins
And the nails that pierced his hands
And nailed him to a rough cross, should have been for me

It seemed to be the end of hope
For me and all who believed in his love
But Jesus rose
And broke the yoke that was upon me with his love

I want to practice what He taught,
I need to imitate the purity of his actions

I will never forget every gesture of love,
Every drop of blood he shed
Those thorns were...