WAY OF LIFE

 On the shadow of death

 Came to live life,

 Fold the arms of every sorrow

 Life was made.

 Thorns were laid in the way

 There were blisters on the feet,

 We have even in storms,

 Keep your senses.

 We wanted to relax

 But the stumbling blocks were always found,

 over all difficulties

 Found God with you.

 What was the point of sorrow?

 Who hit me

 Because we are in every sorrow

 Always smile.

 His seals

 I taught the trick

 In his own troubles

 I laughed and laughed.

 Fold the arms of every sorrow

 Life was made

 On the shadow of death

 I had come to live life.