Pensaste en mi cuando elegiste
de todos tus privilegios despojarte
para venir a nacer aquí, en esta tierra,
Dios hecho hombre, te encarnaste.
you think of me when in the garden
agrees to obey and take the cup,
still in pain and agony
the will of the Father and no other.
you think of me when moored,
received the blows and taunts.
The beatings and the mocking cover your back
for faults that were not yours.
you think of me when, on the cross,
nailed your body lacerated
tired bear on your shoulders
the weight of each and every one of my sins.
you think of me when we cry helpless
and offering up your blood, spilling your life,
be a sacrifice you gave your
perfectly accomplished.
thinking of me when there were still centuries
for me to take take me in your hand,
and now I see that it was Your love for me and not the nails
what I said to the end, crucified.
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