What can I say about the Lord who made
The Universe with wisdom, intellect?
His glory can't diminish or ever fade,
For everything He planned was too perfect!
All things He did had stemmed out of His love;
His very existence is mysterious;
His place is invisibly and above;
His heart and mind are immensely precious.
Yet, man complains about the sinless God,
And blames the Creator for his own ills!
Man lives by grace and mercy of the Lord;
And has to walk the road whatev'r God wills.
The Alpha and Omega knows no time,
But works endlessly and in every clime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem