Tarde de Abril

Oh, what a gift I have, and I carry it deep inside
That April afternoon when my teacher died on a cross
Nothing like that has ever been seen, like that afternoon went down
Because they took him dead, the earth shook, and the sun went dark

It was Jesus dying for your sins and mine
And to pay the price, he had to give up his life

While Mary wept at her Lord's feet
A centurion exclaimed, truly this was the Son of God
While the crowd passed by, beating their chests
As if to say, we are the reason he died