Washing Sins1 min 389 1 min 389
I stand beneath the holy rain
and wash my sins, leaving the pain.
Every drop that wet me
washes away a sin and sets
each part of my body
I enjoy and feels every drop of that,
My tears roll down from my eyes
defining happiness and
relief of each tear.
I feel the warmth on my cheeks
as I stand beneath the holy rain,
and divine felicity I attain.