In times of old
Stories of long past heroes yet untold
Ancestral gods, heroes, brave and bold
Haunts deep my memory like Midas crave for gold.
And those gods are children, yes they are
For when I take up my head in godly reverence
Hoping to find a god smiling down my patience
All I see the sky free, empty and bare
No gods, no lights, no rains to wash my tears
And those gods are children, yes they are
Thru' history have ancestors lived under shadows of those gods
Blinded to deadly human suffering.
So I say those gods are children, yes they are
From the day Christ was born in Nazareth
Till the day that He was resurrect
What wonders more is marvelous in our eyes.
And those gods are children, yes they are
For when Christ healed the sick, raised the dead
He gave all and asked for nothing more but love
Give to the poor says Christ His world is love
But today can you see the poor are dying hungry
Just because those gods are children, yes they are
Christ, eternal Lord who rules in heavenly
On earth Your kingdom yet is pending.
And now we know those gods were children, yes they were.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, thanks for sharing.