climb where Zacchaeus want to see Jesus
and find the value of tenderness in the
palm who walk in the road of Galilee
hear the sweet flute of hymn, in the mountain
of olive and touch the great Saul, king of
Hebrew, the wind embraces the numbness of
your presence
kiss the replica, where Veronica passion the
holy face of the man called the Nazarene, all
have come to witness the saving power of
the Living God
worth is the winter snow that cools the Serbian
chill and embrace the warm sunshine oozed
the heart of Jesus and Mary in our soul, glorious
is the moment that comes in us
the halos have always remind every passing
day that we are call to share His greatest banquet,
the joy that endless calm the wrath of life
in misery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem