T-ill we reach the finish line,
H-owever far or near;
E-arnestly hold our faith,
L-ove and hope without fear.
M-ake our faith so strong as we remain steadfast;
A-bound in love and hope till we breathe our last.
F-inish the race in victory,
E-agerly follow God's command;
L-et the glorious crown come
I-nto our own hand.
Z-ealously reach the end,
A-im for the holy city;
R-each the priceless reward,
D-elight from the
O-ne God Almighty.
E-ven if the storm is brewing,
V-iew the day after the rain;
A-nother morn shall break,
N-ew dawn denies the pain.
G-o on to end up triumphant,
E-ven if the road is rough;
L-ife's hard trials turn us
I-nto brave ones, so tough.
S-un shall start to rise,
T-welfth day of June shine;
A-spire for the right path, till we reach the finish line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem