All was quiet, like the lull before a storm.
No word spoken. Hardly a breath was drawn.
The earth stood so still but the mountain shook
and I closed my eyes too afraid to look.
As the scroll opened prophecy unfurled
revealing God's purposes for this world.
Across the mists of time unrolled His plan
for the redemption of sinful man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem