Behold! what manner of love:
The Father have trusted upon Us
I Behold what manner of love;
The Father have trusted upon Us
That we should be called the Sons' of God
Every feuded-heart is a crime to the citizenship
Yes! to the citizenship of Heaven
A cold-war between brothers’
Or between sisters; leave an indelible stain on your garment
It's the same offence as killing
Just as the stain of a blood
“He that hates his brother, for this; or for that;
Is a murderer! And no murderer has any part
Yes! any part in my great Kingdom”
Hatred is a shameful stain on Your garment
It his; and it his; a shameful garments with blood stains
Same as killing; but wait and;
Behold what manner of love the Father
have trusted upon Us
That we should be called the Sons' of God
Behold what manner of love! !
Behold what manner of love! ! !
....rethink before the night time comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem