Jesús

I look into your eyes, amidst so much crying
It seems unbelievable that they nailed you
That you are the little one I cradled
The one who fell asleep so quickly in my arms
The one who laughed when looking at the sky
And when he prayed, he became serious

On this wood I see the little one
Who spoke among the doctors in the temple
Who, when I asked, answered calmly
Who took care of God's matters
The same child, the one on the cross
The god of men, is called Jesus

That same man, was no longer a child
Who at that wedding, I asked for more wine
Who fed a thousand people
And looked directly at the poor and sick
He laughed with those he loved the most
And cried silently when his friend died

The evening falls, the skies cloud over
Soon he will return to his eternal father
Sleep little one, sleep my child
For I have given you all my love
Like in Nazareth, that morning
Here is your servant, here is your slave