Christ Ahnsahnghong Makes Us Blossoms of Life

All men are like grass of the fields;

they fade like nameless flowers.

Flowers fall and grass withers. Poor mortal men!

Heavenly Mother's come to us.

Mother led us to the holy city Zion; She washes our sins away.

Mother quenches our deep thirst with the water of life.

Oh, Mother loves us!

We are the blossoms of life now, no longer grass of the field.

Over the world we will spread the fragrance, everlasting life.

All me are like leaves of the trees;

they flourish in summer time.

But they will soon fall. Poor mortal men!

Heavenly Mother's come to us.

Mother leads us to the heaven's kingdom our home;

She gives us everlasting life.

We will reign forever and ever. Oh Mother loves us!

We are the fruit of the tree of life, no longer of the barren trees.

Over the world we will spread the good news, everlasting life.

All praise and thanks to Father Ahnsahnghong and Mother Jerusalem for Their giving us eternal life.