They left their abode
Heading to the desert road
they were willing and resigned
to pay the price with sweats of blood.
Then kneeling for supplication
they offered hymns of adoration
to the eternal father petition
we have come to do reparation.
The winter cold chilling
the summer heat burning
but the love of the LOVE superseding
every torture that's exceedingly scourging.
They have their priority
the soul precipitating in purity
the flesh nurtured in humility
Jesus for me, Jesus for eternity.
Its the war of the body and soul
sophisticated the war may troll
to decide who is the sole
ruler of yourself, control.
But it is general
on every breathing material
to have bliss eternal
or grief and sorrow eternal.
So.... come to the war, the desert road - for the paradise.
(D) In honor of the month of the precious blood, the great month of July.
#Itz_Don_Alexon
July 1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem