I imagine, if he shouts
I imagine, if he did wail and cry
I imagine, him on that tree
I imagine how you kept the hand
I saw how the soldiers hit the nails
straight in gushing blood
I saw the water and the blood
running out like river from side
she yell with tears in her eyes
she could not control the grief
her hope nail to the tree
the beginning of greater commission
always you my Lord
I can not help than surrender all to you
these things I imagine not but medidate always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it, good one, thanks,