When The World Shall Come To Its End Poem by Jose Garcia Villa

When the world shall come to its end
On the world's last Love I'll stand.
O God will try to push me down but I
With all my force will push Him back.

He shall not be able to put out Love at all.
O I'll guard it, guard it, guard it!
And the world cannot die with Love glowing, burning,
O the world cannot die out at all.

Doomsday will be shattered, shattered!
Shattered by my standing there:
God will see whom He is contending with
And, O, He'll revolve the world again.



(Published in Have Come Am Here 1942)