The sky of Sichuan
is wearing in a black livery of grief,
A storm is striking at the wound of the land.
The rubble is mashing children's dead bodies;
Woeful souls are wailing in an abysmal pond.
A corpse of a mother,
kneeling on both knees,
Her body is held up by her two hands presses against the ground.
The dead body cherishes a beautiful story:
She shields her baby by her body
She gave her life as a sacrifice for the peace of her baby,
A loving SMS message is displaying in her mobile
" Dear Baby, If you can stay alive, you must remember that I love
In this moment,
I recall the sky of Calvary was wearing in a black livery of grief,
Rampancy and violence were striking at the wound of
the Son of God
In that moment, I found a loving message was sparkling:
The punishment that brought
us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
I am willing to
lift up my voice to pray in such miserable ravage
Until the brume of China becomes a golden afterglow.
Until the cragginess of China becomes a broad road,
Until the China soil is sparking with the Lord's Light.
Until the gloom above the Great Wall is illuminated with luminous Star
Until China people releases a crystalline illumination in Christ's salvation.