Olivet Poem by Pierre Rausch

And his daytime was at the templet, but at night, he stayed at the olivet
And there will be signs in the sun, in moons, in stars, the divine sun
The distress of nations scoring, perplexed waves roaring
Hearts failing from fear, naked, the expectations on earth
The power of heaven shaken
And then, you seeing the son of men en-coming in a story
Now, with power and great glory
Now when you see these things happening a, begin to en-clear
You know, that the sacred kingdom is near
know these ran away in fear
At the olivet
Assuredly, he said to you all, this generation will not be called
Will by no/ with few / means pass the way
When all things take place, heaven and an earth shall pass away
But this here will forever stay
With carousing intransigence and care of life
Until that day comes unexpectedly alive
(And) Come to the intern path
Early in the mourn, they witnessed it
That the temple has born the olivet
At the olivet