Madeiro Lavrado
Mara Lima
Carved Wood
They cut the wood, made a cross, for my Savior
Carved wood, with nails driven, heavy it became
He carried the cross, on the way he fell
But God gave him grace, dying on the cross for me and for you
This is how the Savior's cross was made
Carved wood, with nails driven, heavy it became
Before Pilate, Jesus was taken as a criminal
Approaching him, looking at the Master, he asked
Are you the King of the Jews? Jesus said: Indeed I Am!
My Kingdom is eternal, not of this world, I am not from here
This is how the Savior's cross was made
Carved wood, with nails driven, heavy it became
Arriving at Calvary, they nailed my Savior to the cross
The crown of thorns, his forehead bleeding, he pleaded to the Father
Pierced with pain, my Savior remained
At three o'clock in the afternoon, he bowed his head and expired
This is how the Savior's cross was made
Carved wood, with nails driven, heavy it became
This is how the Savior's cross was made
Carved wood, with nails driven, heavy
It became
