The sun arises in the morn
And so begins another day
And hope in me it is re-born
I come before my Lord and pray
The foolish man cannot conceive
The glory of your majesty
The senseless man does not believe
For he is blind he cannot see
He shall be gone come the morrow
And dwell forever in his sorrow
The righteous man shall dwell in peace
And his fruitfulness shall never cease
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem