Ele Escolheu os Cravos
Fernanda Brum
He Chose the Carnations
What would a Father take away?
To give up and sacrifice the life of His own Son?
What would a son take?
To obey His Father, surrendering Himself to death?
Even though he was God, he gave himself
He did not flee from the cross
He loved me so much
Who chose the carnations?
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
What would a Father take away?
To give up and sacrifice the life of His own Son?
What would a son take?
To obey His Father, surrendering Himself to death?
Even though he was God, he gave himself
He did not flee from the cross
He loved me so much
Who chose the carnations?
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
Your damaged side should have been mine
All my sins, my illnesses
They were taken to that cross, to that cross
My Jesus became a curse for me
That cross was carried away
I am saved, I am healed, I am victorious
For He became a curse for me!
For me! For me!
The Son of God
Holy, Holy
