Corona
Shear troubles make us realize
What‘s the real life's worth
O, dear Lord please!
Have mercy on the earth.
We know mortality of souls
Yes we are mortals but
We pray thee, thy Beneficence
Life's door over us not shut.
Every soul to depart to Heavens
We are too to die, this or that day
Want to live fully with your blessing
Not uncured, hopeless in dismay
Remove the dark pall over the world
Let's bless with your kindness, Lord
We know all with our certain faith
In your hands is our breath's chord.
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