S-hadows of the night are gone,
A-fter the darkness disappears;
L-onely evening has faded,
O-ne new morn wipes away tears.
M-arch tenth lovely Thursday, the sun starts to shine,
E-arly dawn has broken, and the weather is fine.
T-ry your best to please the Lord,
A-lways obey His command;
L-earn to fight for the faith,
E-vil deeds must be off your hand.
N-ever will you allow iniquity
T-o dwell in your life;
O-nly when you leave sin behind, you will win the strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem