When you have forgotten Me
A thousand sorrows near
When you will not obey My commands
My heart feels as though by a thousand hot irons seared
When you follow after the world's folly,
I weep a thousand tears
The day you spend away from Me
Is the day that is as a thousand years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Petitionesque, as in the Mass....I LIKE THIS VERY MUCH, DAVID... Have dabbled in a version of Revelations, a few years back...IF I could find the dang piece, i'd post it...A Fine job, employed here....''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''F j R