R-ain won't stop falling
U-nless clime turns fine;
B-ecause haze disappears,
Y-our birthday will shine.
P-ure delight and sheer joy
A-re the two things here;
C-ry and moan on one hand
A-re both removed by the cheer.
M-arch twelfth Saturday
A-ims not to let you down;
R-ejoice and pray to the Lord,
A-sk the Father for life's crown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good composition, rejoice and pray..
Thanks, Gajanan... The crown of life is the reward for those who endure till the end inside the CHURCH OF CHRIST or IGLESIA NI CRISTO.👍