Somewhere between
Lost and found
On a train bound for glory
It’s an age old story
Of blinded faith,
Faith in a God
That wants her to give.
So give till it hurts sister;
Give from your meager.
Many are willing and eager
To have you plant that seed
From which their pockets will grow.
Besides, you’ll never know
Or ever believe
That humanity could be so low,
Because it was Jesus
Told you so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem