The moon turned blood red
The sun refused to shine
The stars hid their light
The earth quaked
The trees swayed from side to side
The skies opened up wide
Suddenly he appears
In light so bright that the whole of creation could not behold his glory
So they bowed their faces to the earth
For his eyes were like fire
His voice sounded like thunder
His hair as smooth as cotton
His skin as shiny as the stars......
To be continued
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem