In times of despair I ask my God,
'Lord what will I do? '
And thee my God, though nothing you say,
Reply: 'I’ll look after you.'
And I, the sinner, when times are good,
Ask not 'What will I do'
Proceed to go my sinful way,
And though my sins anger you.
I wish that I to my friends
Could so patient be,
When they do not as I want
As you are with me
When I proceed to sin again
I know you still have love
I the sinner have to repent
And ask forgiveness from above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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