Men, women, young, old, rich, poor
People like me and you
Sometimes thinking but not quite sure
If God, The Lord is True
We cannot hear, feel smell or see
Though some believe they do
How on earth could Christ Jesus be?
One cannot see to pursue
Some! you'll hear, see, oft believe
Who'd talk to us today
Who cunningly, will one deceive
From waking Heaven's Way
These things, to all on earth, will come
On shoulders, devils will ride
Neither with trumpet nor a drum
But in one's thought will hide
We all have visits time to time
But hardly loud and plain
Causing us think of filth and crime
To fail to fall again
Faith, is a gift Heaven will give
Those where thoughts abound
Think perhaps if this God would live
Could He by you! be found
Will He save you, as others say?
Speak, as others may tell
As followers kneel Christians pray
Things of Heaven and hell
I pray you heed this servant's voice
Penned in black on white
Be wise, make Jesus Christ your choice
Rise up to Heaven's Delight.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem