O what joy to be member of a band,
And praise God eternally in Heaven,
And what ecstasy standing by His Hand!
A treat that God gives only good-willed men.
We take our form after the Creator;
A soul specially, He has given us;
God is our Friend, our Guide and our Mentor;
Why should we feel betrayed in life, a curse?
God’s mercy waits for every earthling/ soul;
Why worry then of our yesteryears’ sins?
From now onwards, let Heaven be our goal;
The Word of God can any sinner cleanse.
There isn’t a thing to feel sorry then, Man;
Heaven is nigh to all, try if you can.
6-7-2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem