The child I cried
when from the womb
you finally came
No misty sigh that
came from you
through the fluid
of life
she saw
In it's stead
two cries I hear
the first
a painfull
sigh I heard
For as that pain
so did depart
the second sound
we did so hear
That gift of life
that most hold dear
Trembling, Frailness
small such 'GRACE'
Laid through mercy
in your hands
.
The ultimate
gift' GOD' gave to us
Such sweetness
may all learn to
know
For such a rairity
some may have
Second chance
we all can find
through faith
Wilt thou now
'Child' learn the song
live to tell...
grow up so strong.
With wings upon which
you have to fly.
Thy glory to himself.......Not I
The First Shrike
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful