These are the end of times my friend.
With each new day that's hastened in.
That day is close, even at the door.
This world will soon, be here no more.
And though that day is drawing near.
I look ahead and without fear.
For when that final day is come.
We'll see the coming of God's Son.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem