Lord of service
Early in the morning
You are in the field
Tending your flock
With melodious hymn;
In the height of the day
Still with the people
Hearing what they have to say
And challenging them;
In the afternoon still there
Cultivating the earth
To have fruitful produce
To offer it in the altar of praise;
Till darkness invades the sky
But your presence lingers
You feel their pain;
Human as you are
But willing to love and to care
Even to die for freedom
And offer it to the peoples of the land
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem