There is liquor in praise
That inebriates all
The brewer's best stuff
When served pure and true
Consumed in tot and quaff
To stir a sagging soul
And resuscitate a swooning spirit
God's magnificent mansion
And custom-built crane
That pulls Him up from His throne
Of grace, being fearful and awesome
Doing signs and wonders
Master key to heaven and earth
A lingua franca in both
And for which man was made
At time unknown
And in it shall endure
Till time indefinite
So dear it is that our generous
Father is so stingy with His
And so strong a bulldozer
It tears off the drape of gloom
From the face that wears doom
And with grace redresses
It with immaculate gladness.
(C) Chris Jibero.2003.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem