WHO WILL DRY MY TEARS
Farewell to the father,
Rolling up our long days dream,
This is the road u always pass through in April,
Thou has ever, always returning successfully,
Out looking for those greener pastures,
Thy abundant descendant to feed,
Will that be a crash cruise?
What has happened to thy spinal cord?
Cry not but my lingering tears drops,
Like a water fall,
Is this the end of the road?
The road thou promise to take me,
Sticking to your song of praise for hope,
Pouring praises to His foot in your state,
To have your soul & thy faith like a rock,
Until the third survival of night fall,
I stood head up to watch his majestic exit,
Oh death has caused me greater harm,
It has broken the branch on which I perch.
Thou have posed thy duty for me,
This song we sang to pass over our sorrowful joy,
To thou, I swear I be no prodigal,
As the has chosen to make merry,
Of thy sweat in grave,
My quest for knowledge lying in waste,
Who will send me to the fountain of knowledge?
As thou promise me of this,
This cross, I will carry for you,
Who will dry my tears?
As death as hindered your journey.
Weep not, rest and sleep,
Till His second arrival,
And there with Him we will live forever,
And death will part us no more.