Here we are, in front of You –
Change our destinies Your way.
Flutes and strings – delightful tune
For all grieves and woes will pay.
Ah, I’m wrong! Where are those grieves?
Little gathered drops – rain falls!
Flying like a spring-lost leaves,
Never moaned by new young souls!
Heaven’s blind with black-cloud spot:
Let us find a joy in pain!
Here we are, in front of God –
Will He talk to us with rain?
Here We are, in Front of You...
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