There are things I wish to find
That in death I might see
All the hidden truths of life
Revealed there before me.
Why we weep, why we laugh,
What's the suffering for?
All the things that matter behind
Heaven's open door.
But what of hell? What if I fail
And never see the Lord?
The streets of gold denied to me
And questions all ignored.
The fires an angry God
Can never burn as hot
Than the heart of man in discontent
When purpose is forgot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely put well done.