Tornou-se Pobre

They marked the master's back with the force of the whip
And slapped his face causing him pain
They took the master's clothes off in front of many
And spat, mocked, and laughed at Master Jesus

The crown of thorns marked his wounded forehead
Despised, humiliated, the master did not complain
And took his cross, went on for the sake of souls
He didn't look at himself, but denied himself for the sinner

Sweat drops of blood, for my sins
By the shedding of Christ's blood, I was forgiven
Sweat drops of blood for my sins
By the shedding of Christ's blood, I was forgiven, I was

Became poor, so that I could be rich
Became ugly, so that I could be beautiful
Became a servant, so that I could be a prince
And died, so that I could live