Tens

You have the beauty of color and the tenderness of birds
You have the purity of a flower with a soft perfume
You have a simple aroma that passes without haste
You have 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 in death, you have the secret of life
And only you are, my God

You have the sublime innocence of a child's gaze
And in the day-to-day of life, you are hope
Of a boat that goes to the sea but waits 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 in death, you have the secret of life
And only you are, and only you are, and only you are My God, My God