Grace Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Far below,
Far behind, and In front,
Trees bare,
Broken ones engulfed in sorrow;
On righteous path,
For heaven, few fought,
All Praise to Lord,
and Truth prevails.

A new season, led by them,
to kill,
another innocent lost, muffled in shroud,
and a funeral held in absence,
Hungry and thirsty land,
In despair:
As life closed on them,
Wrath, they brought out of us,
and Fire will be unleashed on them:
Sins they do, and sinners they're,
Lies they tell you, Liars they're.

Who am I to say,
But I asked, For mercy from Lord:
Waited through hours of gloom,
For our healer to fill despair,
Spear made of light.

Through storm, stranded men in Ark,
looking for shore,
Where shepherd watching over lambs,
and our Lord preaching us:
Take me to front,
where battles are going on,
for We all belong there,
Everyone of us craved for light.