When the waves won't come ashore,
And the wind ceases to blow.
When the sun rises no more,
And the trees no more will grow.
When the sky stops being blue,
When the clouds all leave the sky.
Will you know just what to do,
When you meet the man on high?
1/16/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem tugged at my heart, Juan, and most people Won't know what to do. However if anyone believes that Jesus is the Son of God then he will know what to do. Amen to a beautifully written poem. You got a 10+++++ from me. Thanks.