What do You do, O God, tell me. Tell me,
What do You do with him who cries and fears
Your wrath falling into the dark sin-sea?
God:
O the son of Adam, don’t get hopeless;
I love those eyes that in fear don’t get dry.
My love is stronger than my wrath always.
I love to forgive; so repent and cry
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