THE CHILD’S BODY IS NEARED

Stupid life permeates your feet
White love of life, lonely trafficking.
My body is weak and weary,
Going in the sun’s dead class withered.

Gazing at the Cross of Jesus,
Hate me, it’s a foolish dream of you.
Day after day was bogged down,
No love, no memory of Jesus’ love.

And now, the blessed time to cultivate,
Looking up at the Mother Jesus whispered.
I love the eyes of the mother.
I beg you to take my hand back.

Deep sound comforting
The love of God is still waiting for me
I hope you will recover
To be alive, to be blessed in mortality,

The Tabernacle of Grace,
Bright faith higher than all species.
Embrace God forever,
My life does not end human life.

Up high up to the sky,
Far away from the temporary wharf in her life.
From now on I love God so much,
Embrace Jesus, pleading with him.

Nam Giao