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