Tens

You have the beauty of color and the tenderness of birds
You have the purity of flowers with soft scents
You have a simple aroma that drifts without a rush
You hold in Your hands the Word of rich promises
You have

You have in Your hands a mine of rich treasures
More precious than silver, richer than gold
You have victory over death, You hold the secret of life
And only, You are, my God

You have the sublime innocence in a child's gaze
And on the day of life, You are the hope
Of a boat that sails to the sea but soon hopes to return
And that tomorrow the Sun will shine again
You have

You have in Your hands a mine of rich treasures
More precious than silver, richer than gold
You have victory over death, You hold the secret of life
And only, You are, my God
And only, You are, my God