Ele Escolheu os Cravos
O que levaria um Pai
A entregar e dar a vida do Seu próprio Filho?
O que levaria um Filho
A obedecer Seu Pai, se entregando a morte?
Mesmo sendo Deus, se doou
Da cruz, não fugiu
Ele me amou de tal maneira
Que escolheu os cravos
A mão que segurou o martelo
Era a mão de Deus
Os cravos que feriram Seu corpo
Eram meus e seus
A mão que segurou o martelo
Era a mão de Deus
Os cravos que feriram Seu corpo
Eram meus e seus
O que levaria um Pai
A entregar e dar a vida do Seu próprio Filho?
O que levaria um Filho
A obedecer Seu Pai, se entregando a morte?
Mesmo sendo Deus, se doou
Da cruz, não fugiu
Ele me amou de tal maneira
Que escolheu os cravos
A mão que segurou o martelo
Era a mão de Deus
Os cravos que feriram Seu corpo
Eram meus e seus
A mão que segurou o martelo
Era a mão de Deus
Os cravos que feriram Seu corpo
Eram meus e seus
A mão que segurou o martelo
Era a mão de Deus
Os cravos que feriram Seu corpo
Eram meus e seus
A mão que segurou o martelo
Era a mão de Deus
Os cravos que feriram Seu corpo
Eram meus e seus
Seu lado furado devia ter sido o meu
Todos os meus pecados, minhas enfermidades
Foram levadas naquela cruz, naquela cruz
Meu Jesus se fez maldição por mim
Foi levado aquela cruz
Salva estou, curada estou, vitoriosa sou
Pois, Ele se fez maldição por mim!
Por mim! Por mim!
O filho de Deus
Santo, Santo
He Chose the Carnations
What would a Father take away?
To give up and sacrifice the life of His own Son?
What would a son take?
To obey His Father, surrendering Himself to death?
Even though he was God, he gave himself
He did not flee from the cross
He loved me so much
Who chose the carnations?
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
What would a Father take away?
To give up and sacrifice the life of His own Son?
What would a son take?
To obey His Father, surrendering Himself to death?
Even though he was God, he gave himself
He did not flee from the cross
He loved me so much
Who chose the carnations?
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
The hand that held the hammer
It was the hand of God
The nails that wounded His body
They were mine and yours
Your damaged side should have been mine
All my sins, my illnesses
They were taken to that cross, to that cross
My Jesus became a curse for me
That cross was carried away
I am saved, I am healed, I am victorious
For He became a curse for me!
For me! For me!
The Son of God
Holy, Holy