Christian, don't stoop beneath lofty standards
Heathens in their dens embrace
Don't join kindness laggards
Whose prime motive espouses malice.
Christian, don't exact revenge
A preserve of your Creator
But dare in dialogue to engage
Wolves in sheep skin despite their vendetta.
Christian, turn the other cheek to your foe
Whose forte lies in fomenting trouble
As love rekindles the glow
That makes lives stable.
Christian, pray for the lost
Despite the harm they cause
As nightmares haunt their ghost
Because of conflicts in family roles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem