Washing Sins
I stand beneath the holy rain
and wash my sins, leaving the pain
every drop that wets me
wash away a sin and sets free
my each part of body
enjoys each drop that it feels.
My tears drop alone from eyes
happiness and relief each tear defines
I feel the warmth on my cheeks
as the path my tears seek
I stand beneath the holy rain
and divine felicity I attain.
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