Jingle, jingle, jingle bell.
Let the sea and ocean tell,
Of the descending king,
That did luxury bring.
Hay the day and let us say.
Nay, let's close our eyes to pray.
Jingle, Jingle, Jingle bell.
Let to weak be all spell.
The multifaceted trip of life,
Should elapse along with strife.
Let the groan seize a while,
And all storm should now be whil'd.
Jingle, Jingle, Jingle bell.
Let the goodness that had fell.
Now and now be raised,
As the angel trumpet praise.
Let all life sketch a grimace,
And all dungeon now tend a surface.
Jingle, Jingle, Jingle bell.
Let it be jingled by he or a girl.
Let all that is wroth bad,
Should now be humble like the lad.
All i care for,
Is that all positives you by more be more.
Jingle, Jingle, Jingle bell.
Oh....enough of this spell.
Let the saviour now trust the sky,
And descend hither to arrest our cry.
Let ho! , the judgement be now,
I care not if it'll weigh me down.
C.2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem with a tune? for love and faith there is always room! ...........well written.
Thanks for the say.... Blessings from heaven for you i pray. Thank you...i say!