M-aker of life has let
Y-ou recognize His power;
L-ord God has expected
E-very chosen worshiper.
N-inth of July Sunday, the Father wakes you up early;
E-ventide turns into morn, time to praise the Almighty.
T-he true Maker of life
A-ims to be glorified;
B-ut unacceptable are those
I-n the wicked world outside.
L-et us venerate the Creator inside the Church Of Christ;
E-nter into the fold and obey the maker of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful poem on birthday in the form of acrostic. Nice penmanship. It may be quoted... N-inth of July Sunday, the Father wakes you up early; E-ventide turns into morn, time to praise the Almighty. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much, Kumarmani.... It's a nice and peaceful feeling to worship the Lord early in the morning👍