Immortality
As the hoary frost
melt in warm sunshine,
Fear,the strenthless hope
crumble in me into dust.
The sun always at afterglow
skips the nights,
So do the obscurity
denied its meals.
My soul with thousand voices
rejoice over immortality
And steps of our dances
ordered by the rhythm of our joy
Sweet to the Lord;
and strength to our bones
Great is the King;
Yea! praise to the Lord
For He shamed death with shame.