As the angels sing with heavenly grace,
The light of God shines upon his face.
A man without sin, a man without wrong,
He walks among us, as he should belong.
Roaming the earth, preaching the word,
Looking upon Him, you'll know he's Lord.
As he burdens the weight of the cross and our sin,
He promises us that he'll rise again.
After he arose and the heavens did burn,
He promised again that he would return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem