When Jesus comes enthroned a second time,
With angels, and his face in glory shines,
He comes to judge the living/ dead in prime:
‘Like sheep and goats, the good and bad, He lines.'
The righteous fed Him, hungry when He came;
And quenched His thirst and clothed Him naked when;
Welcoming Him, a stranger, cared when lame;
Visiting Him in jail, consoling then.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem