Singing Hymn Poem by Chaminda Pushpadewa

CLOSE my eyes and see him coming and toughing my body
Walking at road follow me like my shadow every way
I was singing song who was playing instrument with sweet music every day
I knowing him better than other people never wept by cry

Blowing wind murmur and toughing all over body gone away
Wings are moving by blowing wind beautiful creative thing who owner know him did no why
Wings are moving by butter fly against wind blowy
All though his kindly thoughts making every funny

Once open time killing really truth upon cross
Never died which of truth reborn at people hearts
Every dark places in the world and sandy shore giving might witnesses
Which of power come and embrace all of heritages?

One of tail with star sparkle at far away sky among dark clouds.
Telling good message all of living people rescue from mind of sadness
Singing and pray for him and come soon live together without tears
Ringing bells and singing hymn whilst on fire candle upon altars