Those who truly call His name
Do it from their heart despite the time they spend
Even when they lack of bread
And period they feel upset
Unlike the ones that worship in vain
That barely withstand the rigid rain
When once the storm is out to play
They would feel God Has changed His way
Those who truly call His name
Aren't the multitude out in seek of fame
Neither the preacher the one that blaspheme
Not just the ones who constantly fast and pray
Binding and casting night and day
But their heart is full of stain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem