Behold brethren;
the wrath of God is near
Searching for his people
who curse his sons and daughters
Israel hear me clear your way
And give heed to what I say
The Fig Tree will bear no fruit
And Jordan will lost its water
Lo and behold open your eyes and see
The time of God
The glory of the Son has come
death to those worms
and life to those who cultivate
the Holy Tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem