In the open orange Dawn
shines another brilliant hymn
not golden, yet still a dazzling jewel
in the distant crown.
Calling together;
Awake!
Believe, and you're saved!
Raise up your hands, rejoice.
For they have come
to love again.
Now, the sun crescendos
out in the west
The days of choruses
leave you blessed.
In throes of ecstatic, tingling waves;
Awash.
No more chaos in our world!
No arguing, can resolve.
He lets you look into his eyes
And,
You are home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a wake up call for lost souls. i can feel the hope, encouragement and caring in this poem. wonderful write! 10: -)