Spirit have been crushed
Soul have been bruised
A heart have been torn apart
Everything in this world crumbled ...

Have forgotten what this divinity warns us,
Have forsaken His voice,
have been fallen into a miry clay,
Deep and so dirty that it's hard getting cleaned.
That devil turned us into a pauper...

But God is not wroth, His help is readily available,
He upholds us, His righteousness makes us white as snow,
He's as strong as a tower where you can run to to shield,
As fierce as a lion to fight for you.

Therefore I say this, you need not worry
Of the things that has transpired,
Or of the things that yet to come,
For we are more powerful than this world can be,
A conqueror indeed!
As long as we have our God the creator of all.