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My good shepherd, I seek you at this hour
To be able to touch even if it's your garments
I surrender to you, I am a wounded sheep
I want to rest, to find rest in your fold.
In this weeping I entrust my prayer to you and ask you: bring
comfort to my life
I beg for mercy, oh my friend, do not let me
walk without direction.
In your hands I place my wounds
The root of pain, that saddens my smile
There is so much hidden sorrow in me
That time has left and that's why I implore you.

Come heal all that is wounded in me, new life
where death brought pain.
Come take me out of the tomb of sadness, come heal my
heart my good shepherd.

Come heal all that is wounded in me, new life
where death brought pain.
Come take me out of the tomb of sadness, come heal my
heart my good shepherd.
My good Lord, how I love you and want to love you more
Do your work in me and lead me wherever you want
My good shepherd. My good shepherd