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God’s eyes see through everything

He understood all my bones and my soul
All my thoughts since I started to calculate
Then who am I, why am I stupid?
Anyone who opposes God must die
His keys in the Hell and the Heaven are in His hands
I got tired and murmured
But He loves my young life
He watched and listened to me shed tears of mournful life
With the context that He was happy with me every afternoon
O Lord, prune me into your will!
Shaping my clay into something useful!
The death of the soul no longer comes to me
His Spring comes, and His spring comes and the yellow apricot blossoming
The jubilant Christmas season rejoiced
He waited, ready for the people to return to His throne
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, I wrote to those who seek God and want to comfort me
O, everyone’s life is not easy to understand!
God must understand thousands of human languages
When they mourn, when I mourn
He heard and responded quickly
I love peace because God is living here.