El Martillero
Congregación María De Jesús
The Auctioneer
The hanging head
And the shattered hands
And the bleeding feet
A cross, several nails
And a crown of thorns
For my brother
I, Lord
With these hands
I hammered and you watched me
And let me do it
Lord
I offended you to your face
How can it be, Lord
That you tell me you love me
And tell the Father
To forgive what I am
Doing, instead of hating me?
I, Lord
With these hands
I hammered and you watched me
And let me do it
And your eyes close
But instead of condemning me
You look at me tenderly
And my blood freezes
Because I have killed my brother
Who came to save me
I, Lord
With these hands
I hammered and you watched me
And let me do it
Forgive
With these hands I hammered
Forgive
And you let me do it
I, Lord
With these hands
I hammered and you watched me
And let me do it
