O Amigo
O amigo que eu encontrei me surpreendeu
Quando todos me deixaram, Ele me acolheu
E sarou minhas feridas, das algemas me livrou
Lhe falei do meu dilema e Ele me escutou
Lhe falei do meu passado e me perdoou
Isso teve um alto preço que Ele já pagou
Me mostrou as mãos feridas por amor de muitas vidas
E uma dessas muitas vidas era eu, ê
Quem nesse mundo amor tão grande pode ter
De entregar a própria vida sem temer?
Quem já sentiu a dor de ser cravado em uma cruz
Pagando pelos erros que não cometeu?
E olhar nos olhos de quem tanto mal lhe fez
E, sem ressentimento, oferecer perdão
Quem pode ser melhor amigo que o Senhor
Que pelo servo a própria vida renunciou?
Quem pode ser melhor amigo que o Senhor
Que pelo servo a própria vida renunciou?
Lhe falei do meu passado e me perdoou
Isso teve um alto preço que Ele já pagou
Me mostrou as mãos feridas por amor de muitas vidas
E uma dessas muitas vidas era eu, ô
Quem nesse mundo amor tão grande pode ter
De entregar a própria vida sem temer?
Quem já sentiu a dor de ser cravado em uma cruz
Pagando pelos erros que não cometeu?
E olhar nos olhos de quem tanto mal lhe fez
E, sem ressentimento, oferecer perdão
Quem pode ser melhor amigo que o Senhor
Que pelo servo a própria vida renunciou?
Quem pode ser melhor amigo que o Senhor
Que pelo servo a própria vida renunciou?
The Friend
The friend I found took me by surprise
When everyone left me, He welcomed me
And He healed my wounds, freed me from my chains
I told Him all my troubles, and He listened to me
I spoke to Him about my past, and He forgave me
It came at a high price, one He's already paid
He showed me His wounded hands, scarred by love for many lives
And among those many lives was mine, yeah
Who in this world could have such a great love
That they'd give their own life without fear?
Who has felt the pain of being nailed to a cross
Paying for sins that weren't their own?
And who could look into the eyes of those who hurt Him most
And, without resentment, offer forgiveness?
Who could be a better friend than the Lord
Who gave up His very life for His servant?
Who could be a better friend than the Lord
Who gave up His very life for His servant?
I spoke to Him about my past, and He forgave me
It came at a high price, one He's already paid
He showed me His wounded hands, scarred by love for many lives
And among those many lives was mine, oh
Who in this world could have such a great love
That they'd give their own life without fear?
Who has felt the pain of being nailed to a cross
Paying for sins that weren't their own?
And who could look into the eyes of those who hurt Him most
And, without resentment, offer forgiveness?
Who could be a better friend than the Lord
Who gave up His very life for His servant?
Who could be a better friend than the Lord
Who gave up His very life for His servant?