My mother

"Are you too warm or too cold?" She looked after me.

"Is life too painful and too difficult?" She held me to comfort

Mother, mother, benevolent mother,

I will honor her forever and ever .

With warm heart she watches over the road I take,

Even on the bright path she carefully watched over me.

Mother, mother, benevolent mother,

I will honor her forever and ever.

You were full of concern raising us up,

And still pour out love on your grown-ups;

Mother, mother, benevolent mother,

I will honor her forever and ever.

Well now, Christians couldn't just let those words stand. All praise belongs to God, the Father. So one believer in North Korea decided to tweak the original version just a leeetle bit. Out came the following poem. I personally prefer it...

My Father

The arms that hold my faith and future;

"Are you too warm or too cold?" He looks after me.

"Is life too painful or too difficult?" He holds and comforts me.

Love that I never knew before, great as heaven,

With all my heart I will serve him forever and ever.

Though I forget his loving grace and his embrace,

His love remains with me like the sunshine.

Love that I never knew before, great as heaven,

With all my heart I will serve him forever and ever.

The arms to which I committed all my dreams and future,

They are the eternal place that I will live after death;

The One Who holds my fate and my future,

Ah, my Jesus, I will serve Him forever.