Of many curches springing up like mushrooms in Africa,
But how many souls are they able to save? !
And this is the time for wisdom,
For the churches had been more than the congregations around.
There are so much troubles in this world but,
Who really brought about them?
And like a treacherous quagmire road with no footing at all,
For we have created the troubles for our own selves on this earth.
Of many churches and of newly grounds for more!
And like a severe invasion of extreme importance;
But let wisdom be your better-half on this earth,
For we have more to learn than hiding the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem