Look, the lion of Judah won.
The saints are ready to appear before him.
Young people see hallucinations and old people have strange dreams.
Because the resurrection of God will come.
Hear the bugle of Lu 'an.
All countries will tremble.
The day of the Lord is coming, and light will take away the darkness.
Because the resurrection of God will come.
We want to see the glory of God.
In this generation, we fight with worship.
We use prayer to change the world.
This generation of Holy Spirit will renew and water us.
This generation is the generation of Jesus.
Look, the lion of Judah won.
The saints are ready to appear before him.
Young people see hallucinations and old people have strange dreams.
Because the resurrection of God will come.
Hear the bugle of Lu 'an.
All countries will tremble.
The day of the Lord is coming, and light will take away the darkness.
Because the resurrection of God will come.
We want to see the glory of God.
In this generation, we fight with worship.
We use prayer to change the world.
This generation of Holy Spirit will renew and water us.
This generation is the generation of Jesus.
In this generation, we fight with worship.
We use prayer to change the world.
This generation of Holy Spirit will renew and water us.
This generation is the generation of Jesus.
In this generation, we fight with worship.
We use prayer to change the world.
This generation of Holy Spirit will renew and water us.
This generation is the generation of Jesus.
In this generation, we fight with worship.
We use prayer to change the world.
This generation of Holy Spirit will renew and water us.
This generation is the generation of Jesus.
Because the resurrection of God will come.
We want to see the glory of God.
Because the resurrection of God will come.
We want to see the glory of God.
Because the resurrection of God will come.
We want to see the glory of God.
The modern poem "Motherly Love" expresses the wanderer's yearning and praise for his mother who is far away from home. Author: Jingxin Pavilion, an unknown poet.
Full text of poetry
Mom is like the morning star at night.
When I lost my way
You will blink in the mirror.
Illuminate my hesitation
Go toward the light
Mom-
You are the warm sun in winter.
When I'm lonely and helpless,
Always give me encouragement and support,
Give me love, give me confidence
Mom-
Your love is as deep as the sea.
Boundless, vast.
Sprinkle all over my life
Since then, it has been different.
Mom-
You are always busy for me.
No pain, no regrets
It's the annual Mother's Day again.
I want to say ... ...
Mom, you have worked hard.
Unfilial me
I wish you peace and happiness with poetry!