Pisaduras
Rodolfo Abrantes
Bruises
By your bruises we were healed
Our hearts are on fire
There is a multitude of passionate children
Crying out: Let Your Kingdom come!
By your bruises we were healed
Our hearts are on fire
There is a multitude of passionate children
Crying out: Let Your Kingdom come!
Great is the Lord mighty
Worthy of all my love
You are the door to eternal life
You are the way I go
Who believed, who heard?
No appearance attracted us
Like one from whom they hide their face
He was lifted up
Yet it pleased the Lord to crush him, making him sick
He bore the sin of many
He was counted among the evildoers
And he went up like a shoot
Like a root out of dry ground
He will see the fruit of his labor
And be satisfied, and be satisfied
Great is the Lord mighty
Worthy of all my love
You are the door to eternal life
You are the way I go
Yours forever I am
You are the way I go
