My Lord, before You every human stands naked,
we are by our own sins scorched and burnt,
You forgive more than a thousand times
where with love you do determine every destiny
and to You we are like children playing on the ground.
My Lord, before You every human stands naked,
where certain people take You out of everything,
when they do believe in their own soul and wits.
You forgive more than a thousand times,
even if it seems that we are lost in a wild cruel world
and You do come to the rescue and seek those that love You.
My Lord, before You every human stands naked,
and on our own our chances are slim
but omnipotent You do take every person by the hand.
You forgive more than a thousand times
but at times our hearts are harder than steel
and always your love remains true.
My Lord, before You every human stands naked,
You forgive more than a thousand times.
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