Lord, do not be lenient on me
Life is not yet confiscated
The rain never stopped pouring
I had choices of good and evil deed
But resentful to the word I need
Callously brisk precious moments away
All for vanity of sinful gain
Mama warned me to be upright
Papa took me through the patted sea
I saw your glory right in front of my eyes
Yet, seek after unrighteousness
There is no harm in a little sin, so I thought
In the church I will pray and be forgiven
Reap harvest on a field I never ridge a seed
Is this not madness of the human mind?
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