Through the hedges and rough edges
Through the thorns and the pines
This rose that should be gotten
And held high and in all esteem
He is the petals of the beautiful flower
No!
He's the flower that blossoms in desert bringing the oasis to life
Yes, the Aloe Vera in this drought
Healing every ills
And more
One who shuts the mouths of the ill-willed men
And hold the hands of the feeble to cross the difficult roads
And put food in the mouth of the hungry
I see him shine brighter than the stars
And his voice louder than that of a thousand waterfalls
Yet calm and suiting
Like the balms of Gilead
The God that gave you
Gave mankind a gift
One no one can dispense
And your birth was the arrival
The breathing of a sigh of relief
Nna, let the piper sound the horn
Let the royalties bring the robe and the crown
We celebrate a gem that you are
I join as many who see value in valour
To hype all whom it's due
All whom you are far above
We, I sing
Happy birthday to you, Jesus the Christ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woah, you nailed it well with the rhythms. Keep on writing.