The unbelievers seem to have it good And I envied arrogance when I saw their prosperity They've no struggles, free from burdens Common to mankind with lives that shine resplendently Pride is their necklace They deck themselves out in violence The conceits of their minds know no limits
Mouths lay claim to heaven but tongues possess the earth
They seem like they're doing fine And I've worshiped all this time Have I followed You for nothing, Lord? Then you show me they walk on a ground that is slippery In Your mind they're a dream When You wake their life's theme will be only a fantasyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
