Grace
By His grace I am blessed;
I lack not, for beside me also, stands Grace
Who like no other, put my heart at rest
What a Queen is my Grace
And many a night on my knees
I thank Him for His grace.
Pure as the waterfall
And beautiful like Aphrodite is my Grace
Whose Emerald eyes made me fall
And blurred my face.
Greasing my thoughts and all
In the shortest space.
Heads turn on her footsteps
Roses bloom in her shadows
Nightingales sing on her footsteps
Her Voice pierces like an arrow.
Many a night on my Knees
I thank Him for his grace
And with supplications and pleas
I thank Him for Grace
For by his grace, I have Grace.
© Temajung Michael T.
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