Verónica (Estación VI)

There’s no resemblance in Him
There’s no beauty in Him
No beauty at all to catch
Our gaze

There’s no face that pleases
The face is disfigured
A man of sorrows, despised, counted as nothing

This is the Son of God
Who bears our sins
Embodied mercy
Cleanse my poor soul
I just want to live for You
To love and let myself be loved

Let every drop of blood
That caresses Your brow
Be small and humble, a completed offering
Blood love, my lover
Transform me into Your cloth
Tattoo Your face on me, soak it without fear
Drown it in Your blood
And let me be Your cloth, it’s my deepest desire
I thirst for every drop

Let that drop be
That in its smallness
Being so simple reflects the beauty of the universe
Cleanse my self, and leave nothing
I beg You, tattoo Your face
On my soul

This is the Son of God
Who bears our sins
Embodied mercy
Cleanse my poor soul
I just want to live for You
To love and let myself be loved

Let every drop of blood
That caresses Your brow
Be small and humble, a completed offering
Blood love, my lover
Transform me into Your cloth, tattoo Your face on me
Soak it without fear, drown it in Your blood
Let me be Your cloth, it’s my deepest desire
I thirst for every drop