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