GRACE ABOUT ME

My life is not mine,

It belongs to you:

You bought me!

It was the price paid by your blood,

Drop by drop was heavy,

And worth more than gold.

For me and gave it all my sins,

My humanity does not understand,

It is so vile and your so pure,

As you gave without complaint?

As you gave the unjust '

As you let laceraran you?

As you let you humiliate?

And I can not look at you, for your loving glance

I can not resist.

If your look so sad and yet so beautiful.

Your gaze that searches up so I do not know me.

And I regret broken,

When my valleys of torment,

I walk away from your love.

I miss that in your blood blots great transgression

I miss you loved me until magna humiliation.

I have to say: I am a sinner !, I confess!

For though I see your open heart,

I forget you were poured dropwise

It was your tortured body, and in your mouth,

There was no cry of despair.

You went to the tree, O my beloved, sorry,

Well, knowing you love me,

My heart is not shed,

The way you do it.