J-ust like a stream that never goes dry,
E-ndless grace won't make you blue;
N-ew hope fills each day,
N-o way will it fail
Y-ou..
B-lessings will flow for you,
U-sing the twenty-third of October;
L-ife's bliss brings comfort,
A-s joy is brought by the river.
W-ords of unceasing gladness
A-re said beneath the sky;
N-everending delight is coming, like a stream that never goes dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem