Gólgota

On the way to Golgotha
My Jesus walked
With a tired face
Disfigured by the weight of the cross
On that wooden beam
He carried my sins
But he didn’t complain
He reached Calvary
And was crucified

It wasn’t the nails
That held him to that cross
But the love he felt for me
Such a wretched sinner
He could have
Escaped death
And yet he suffered
To be the savior that day

On the cross he bore
They laid him down
The huge nails
Tore his hands and feet without mercy
The enemy's spear
Wounded him deep
His blood flowed
My Jesus died to save the world