Four thousand years God's had writing
His Book was then complete
Since then, the whole world's been fighting
With none calling defeat
One people say this, another that,
Still no one giving ground
Though squabbling, like a dog and cat
With fur flying around
At the table, no one's sitting
Mankind's in disarray
Everyone's hissing and spitting
Disputing an unlike way
Having a six thousand year field day
Satan's seeking more time
People now living past old and grey
Hell's devils feel sublime
So it has been, so will it stay
Religions will argue
But Jesus Christ, Life's living Way
Shows me, perhaps you too!
Religions are for the unknowing
Copying those around
Believing but never growing
Building on sandy ground
What can Truth say to such people
In temples to gods not there
How rich adorned, high their steeple
No others will ever care
Let nations live as they want to
Let people wander free
Let one another change their view
Let Jesus Christ! keep me.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem