With the words, I say, you might not quite agree.
However, the words I say are my story to tell.
Only I can tell my story the way that it ought to be.
The way I tell my story is what makes it sell.
They overcame him (Lucifer) because of the blood of the Lamb,
Because of the word of their testimony,
And they did not love their life even unto death.
My God, My God why has thou forsaken me.
Are just a few of the words my savior said.
One day, God allows his son to die upon a tree,
Three days later, God raises him from the dead.
Worthy are thou (Jesus) , to take the book and break its seals;
For thou was slain and did purchase for God with thou blood
Men from every tribe and tongue, and people and nation.
Why mothers die and fathers cry,
Is something I do not even know.
However, I will believe this until the day I die,
All things will be revealed when to heaven we go.
For the Lamb in the center of the throne shall be their shepherd,
And shall guide them to springs of the water of life,
And God shall wipe every tear from their eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.