A last breath mourned on
Earth but celebrated in heaven '
A soul with an eagles strength and it's
Wings..
Surrounded by legion of peace,
Heading for the throne of Light.
Praises were tag to his name' The conquer!
He was called'
Kings and nobles bow at his sight'
For he crossed the river of sin unstained..
A fight fought with the edges of truth and
Love.
This feast of the saints supervised by the
Almighty Jehova'
Place on the alter made of crystal
He is to be the symbol of righteousness.
He is the Messiah, the beautiful one of Israel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem