I bring my sorrows to the Lord,

I bring my sorrows to the Lord, And Vin accepts them spontaneously, Gives joy and farewell Living the godly way. If I stumble in the mud, And the heart is more important than every day, Vine gently wipes away my tears, Comforting me with love: “I know that suffering is on its way to Heaven, Yogo for you I have trodden through. I took your troubles and more of yours on Myself, If I’m dying in the torment of hell.” And I look straight at Nyogo. I won’t lose myself in grief. I want to glorify God in my heart, And the song of happiness goes to heaven. I bring my sorrows to the Lord, And joy, and zhurbu, and kayatty. I will walk with Him through the storm and rubble, Bo Vin - Road, Truth and Life.