Oh The Christ ! Oh The Son of Mary !
The world, with its bosom torn apart;
Are gazing at the skies day and night,
For you to found a righteous reign.
The shrieks and screams, wails and cries,
The blood of the man flowing like rivers;
The heaps of the dead like the mountains,
All are still keeping you away from us.?
The faiths are fighting in your name,
They are waiting for you to come;
To establish the cult of Abraham,
To draw the line of right and wrong.
Will you come back to the earth,
When humanity becomes a thing of past;
And bring the dead to life once again,
To tell them,why your return was late.
Writing by Dr. Mustafa Kamal Sherwani
Lucknow,U.P. India
The world, with its bosom torn apart;
Are gazing at the skies day and night,
For you to found a righteous reign.
The shrieks and screams, wails and cries,
The blood of the man flowing like rivers;
The heaps of the dead like the mountains,
All are still keeping you away from us.?
The faiths are fighting in your name,
They are waiting for you to come;
To establish the cult of Abraham,
To draw the line of right and wrong.
Will you come back to the earth,
When humanity becomes a thing of past;
And bring the dead to life once again,
To tell them,why your return was late.
Writing by Dr. Mustafa Kamal Sherwani
Lucknow,U.P. India
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