I know who I was You said I am the apple of Your eye I know I am A perfect imperfection I know where I went You said I will live in ideal Heaven I know I am An imperfect perfection I know what I did You said I am washed white as snow I know I am An innocent sinner I know all these gains Is from Your pains The desperate prayer in Gethsemane The last cry on the bloodstained cross Became my blessings Comfort me when I cry |