Gólgota
A caminho do Gólgota
Caminhava o meu Jesus
Com o rosto cansado
Desfigurado com o peso da cruz
Naquele madeiro
Levou meus pecados
Mas não reclamou
Ao calvário chegou
E foi crucificado
Não eram os pregos
Que o prendiam naquela cruz
Mais o amor que sentia por mim
Tão pobre pecador
Ele podia
Da morte livrar-se
E com tudo sofria
Pra naquele dia ser o salvador
Na cruz que levava
Na mesma o deitaram
Os cravos enormes
Suas mãos e pés sem pena rasgaram
A lança inimiga
O feriu profundo
Seu sangue corria
Meu Jesus morria pra salvar o mundo
Golgotha
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