Rosa Vermelha

Looking at this world He saw a great multitude
Walking alone with nothing in hand
Your life was a red rose nailed to the cross
Anyone who passed by Him felt compassion

The rose withering, bleeding, fading in pain
Losing color, no breath
But its scent clings to the hand that crushed it
And whoever hurt her granted forgiveness

Now your blood is pouring down onto the ground
Three days dying, oh, what loneliness
On the third day the world was filled with flowers
And the red rose bloomed again

Jesus is the lily of the valley the Rose of Sharon
Even your thorns are marks of love
Now He lives planting a great garden
And if you want it will be a flower

Now your blood is pouring down onto the ground
Three days dying, oh, vile solitude
On the third day the world was filled with flowers
And the red rose bloomed again

Jesus is the lily of the valley the Rose of Sharon
Even your thorns are marks of love
Now He lives planting a great garden
And if you want it will be a flower

Jesus is the lily of the valley the Rose of Sharon
Even your thorns are marks of love
Now He lives planting a great garden
And if you want it will be a flower, a flower