Cuba, 2005
How can I praise you with these lips that lie and how can I love you with this hearts that’s broken?
How can I praise you with this tongue that’s tied and how can I love you with these sins unspoken?
How can I seek you with these eyes so blind, still searching for their earthly pleasure?
How can I reach you with these hand that bind, still grasping for their earthly treasure?
How can I praise you with these lips unclean and how can I love you with this hearts that’s aching?
How can I praise you with these sins unseen and how can I love you with this heart still breaking?
I love you for you first loved me.
And I praise you with a heart that’s free.
I love you for you first loved me.
And I praise you with a mouth that’s clean.
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