Blessed is he who has got
His transgressions forgiven
And his sins hidden

Blessed is the man whom the Lord
Will not ascribe his misdeeds
And is without deceit in his spirit

Buried it deep inside
But soon a sprout came forth
It kept on growing
I couldn’t hide
When I kept it to myself
Slowly my bones corroded
And my vitality vanished
Like in the summer dry

Too many people living this life
Who can take their guilt away?
Their minds are rotting
And causing endless pain
Soon they are demented and put away

I confessed my sins to You
And did not hide my guilt
I said “I want to confess my
Misdeeds to you”
And he took my sins and guilt

He is my sanctuary

–Extol, “Burial”–