Christ prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to empower.
Few are found save those in Zion
who by it would not be devoured.
Our faithless hands cannot hold
The sword of truth so sharp
A burden to our heart we’re told,
…Better to play the harp.
Close your ears, Hide your eyes
When the world is speaking
The sword of truth devours lies
And sends the wise man seeking….Christ.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem