When my earthly
watchtower crumbles;
And the wailing
of my kindred rumbles,
When it comes
to the end of the day,
May I have
some sweet songs to say,
Build for me
but a home therein;
A place for
endless bliss within,
My Saviour,
this is my supplication.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A worker deserves his wage. May you get the 'sweet song' you desire. Thanks for sharing and keep writing.