Imagine that you can never see me,
Imagine that you saw me in Heaven,
Picture us dyeing that we may live,
In the time that I chose Christ,
Doing all the good works,
Killing Profanity,
I can never change the World,
But in all my mission,
That the True Soildier can understand all Events,
Maybe in the Military game,
That I can see this face so Exuberance in glory,
Imagine that we'll meet in Heaven,
All the wrong deeds,
Brought the son all the Right Direction,
Could you Picture,
You and I in Heaven Understanding the Throne,
This King made the Prince all the right Direction,
That in my bad attitude,
I give credit to all the ways of the man,
That Iam living that dyeing is all the way for Heaven,
Why is World full of mystery?
I wonder if I can change the World?
All in my solitude,
I wonder,
Keep on coming,
Wash the Earthly Burdens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
written well! Interesting thoughts and questions that all of us have.