Текст песни I Was Glad - Josephine Foster

I was glad, glad that I followed my heart
Glad that I followed my soul
I was glad, I was glad

I was blessed, though my foolishness knew no bounds
I kept my feet off the ground
I confess, I was blessed

And when the good Lord he comes
I won't be none, no
I won't be none ashamed of who I
I won't be none ashamed of who I am

In the end my foe was ever my friend
I take the blame for my sins
In the end, in the end

And when the good Lord he comes
I won't be none, no
I won't be none ashamed of who I
I won't be none ashamed of who I am