R-each the perfect paradise,
A-s you leave the chaos and strife;
M-ay fifth Friday's promise
I-s in the tree of
L-ife.
P-ure delight is in store,
U-p, it won't wound like a knife;
N-everending glory of God
O-ffers grace from the tree of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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