| Blessed is he who has got | |
| His transgressions forgiven | |
| And his sins hidden | |
| Blessed is the man whom the | |
| Lord Do not ascribe misdeeds | |
| And is without deceit in his spirit | |
| Buried it deep inside | |
| But soon a sprout came forth | |
| It kept on growing | |
| I couldn't hide | |
| When I kept it to myself | |
| Slowly my bones corroded | |
| And my vitality vanished | |
| Like in the summer dry | |
| Too many people living this life | |
| Who can take their guilt away? | |
| Their minds are rotting | |
| And causing an endless pain | |
| Soon they are demented and put away | |
| I confessed my sins to | |
| You And did not hide my guilt | |
| I said "I want to confess my misdeeds to You" | |
| And He took away my sin and guilt | |
| He is my sanctuary |
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