Wait!
Are they making you do things
Unholy practice
It's tough to save yourself
'I vow to know thee
In thee i blest
O come the voyage
In thou i vow'
Were they handling
Your curiosity with calm
'Lest thou fall
In trap they weave
Thou knowest not
Thy rest cometh thou'
Why don't you do the same
Make them do your thing
Holy things
It is not meant only for you
But for you to share
'O sage
Thou wouldest do
Which they doest
Bringeth thee holy sage'
Have heard the goodnews
Of his goodness
Let the whole world come
To have a taste in his well
Come and satisfy your hunger
He will fill your emptiness
'Thou words echeoth
Thy stroll filleth me
In thou i foundeth joy
Knowest thee thy words'
I have a God
Who never cease to answer
He could hear our solemn cries
Even when our heart burns
'Undress thee thy cries
Summon thee his smile
He knowest what thou thinkest
Thy scars mocketh thee'
Cleave to our hands
Elixir to saturate us
Know this
They are all falsehoods
'I vow to know
Thou lump
O come the carriage
In thou i vow'
But
The truth exist
Who knows
Only few do
'Lest thou faileth
Weave out
Thou knowest not
Thy rest cometh thou'
Have i ever magine
Someone taking my burning heart
Giving me his
Comforting me
Drawing me closer
Not to worry about my burden
My whole body rang in disgust
Pains crept in
Shackles of my sins glaring at me
'I vow to know thee
In thee i blest
O come the voyage
In thou i vow'
Having threw many stones
In beautiful glass house
I was ashamed of my sins
'Thou words echeoth
Thy stroll filleth me
In thou i foundeth joy
Knowest thee thy words'
By my right
was darkness
i wore as an attire
My records reed with full length
I knew i did it
'O sage
Thou wouldest do
Which they doest
Bringeth thee holy sage'
He stooped low before me
Pick some strands of my hair
He looked down at me
With compassion in his eye
Tears streaming down his face
His soft hand rest on my nape
My face
All my darkness fade away
'Undress thee thy cries
Summon thee his smile
He knowest what thou thinkest
Thy scars mocketh thee'
Dwell in his secret place
He will be your guard
He is Jesus
The only Son begotten to Him
The one who twitch
The eye of satan with rage
He relieve all pains
Ps: - I love to praise him. His name his highly placed over all names. All knees must bow to his feet
IT IS FINISHED
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Worthless drivel, that's what this is.