Here nut was raised to worship;
gods and ancestors of our home land,
dog was laid to slaughter;
to appeal gods of rain and light
ancestors of our home land;
here and there they like to be
Men and women in black and red;
pray for rain to drop and fall
in hunger they cried and tear;
yet rain refuse to fall
Here once; duck is slaughter,
to appeal gods of sea
but sea refused to eat and wine
more the ducks they give to sea;
more the smell it bring to us
The king's hat stolen by thieves;
show the battle we have with gods
light that ray above the sky;
shouted to men in black and red
"worship the heaven and not the sea"
rain will drop and sun will shine
The more we pray the more it rain
God of heaven accept our prayer
not the gods of sea and that of light.
From here i can tell, this is becoming more true
The more we pray the more it rain God of heaven accept our prayer not the gods of sea and that of light. A beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do go to church every sunday,so what else can i do to please him