With ease I lay.
On the horizon, I play.
Where doves beats crows.
Where no bogus shows.
The King that offers his everything,
even if he owns nothing.
Poor King not he!
My existence offered without plea.
Glory to the King.
Praises my souls bring.
King of Kings you are!
Next to the Almighty
with non to par.
Oh King of Kings,
to you eternal devotion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem