the day will come thy kingdom come
When people all over will call out my name.
Some will stand many shale full before me.
They the shapers that walk into dust.
For it will be the few who know not only my name.
They both my hart and soul and do my will.
It is your life I gave to you with EVERY dropp of blood.
You who are the few fallow me to your salvation.
It is not a road of rose peddles but of thorns that hurt you
Protect the few who stand will not need a word from my lips.
The sheep will scare off the wolfs in painful marks of battle.
when all is done those who love me will be lifted
The hands of my father will open the gates to heaven.
the lord granted life who live as i Jesus Christ
only that will save you not the toys of man
to live of word is to share will all before you
there will be friend and foe alike picking apart
the word of god for there glory yet you be strong in faith
the lord will be walking among the thorns
For the true will never to the firry pit of hell.
You believe and share till time is at hand.
For the children to come back to fold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Was jesus really such an elitist, or is it just his immature followers i wonder?