spine poem, acrostic
subtitle: All That Glitters Is Not Gold
ALL Christians become distracted.
THAT peacock of pride still
GLITTERS brightly. Its power blinds.
IS cheap brassiness worth the effort?
NOT at all when it hides the pure
GOLD underneath selfish facade.
SHINE on me,
JESUS,
SHINE through me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem