This I will declare
The soul needs care
Despite the troubles here
We must still share
Without any fear
Loud and clear
Bold and true
We have to make sure
To send it pure
The Words to feed the soul
And to weed and control
We must not adulterate
For it has to tolerate
All what man wants to create
To make us deviate and hate
The words of God
That heals the sick and sad
And to make each soul’s glad
With love and truth
For all to soothe
This I will declare
The soul needs care
It needs God’s words
Though pierced like swords
Yet can heal dying souls.
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I would like to translate this poem
i think i will use this one in November's A. i haven't finished reading it yet! And to make each soul’s glad ................i suggest soul, not soul's, but i'll leave as it is for now. :) yes, a nice poem. and i'll include the poet's notes you wrote. bri :) thanks.