Poem - 13
Oh, holy tears of Apostles, martyrs and saints
Oh, cleanse me from all my uncleanness
Oh holy tears, a blessing for those who wanting God
Oh holy tears, a blessing from Lord who seek Him earnestly
Lord, you shed tears for my sins in Gethsemane
My spiritual father told me, shed tears everyday
And you will keep the steadfast faith in our Lord
I cried day and night for my sins and He kept me safe
Lord, you taught me; sow in tears and sing as you reap.
I went off, went off weeping, carrying the seed,
I came back, came back, singing,
Bringing in my sheaves and returned home.
Lord I lift my eyes towards you,
Just as the eyes of a slave on his master's hand,
Or like the eyes of a slave girl, on the hand of her mistress,
So my eyes are on my Lord and my God, have mercy on me.
No comments:
Post a Comment