With joy and gladness shall we meet
at end of race at the shore
with crowns of victory
for a good fight fought.
We'll enter a new world
of honey and milk and manna
a place of glory and peace.
So shall we sing halleluyah!
A song of saints and angels
as we fly on our wings
at the sound of the trumpets.
Oh! Halleluyah!
That day shall come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful vision expressed in very poetic way.