Grazie Poem by Avery Eglantine

No words or script
Shall be mine thanks
The fruit I reap
And song I sang

To God be mine glory
and of grace and hope
mine beseech, ne'er worry
all yet one be heard

I exist as thine deeds do
Afore thine presence my lord
change; though peu'-a-peu'
hither thine back we're aboard

For dawn never break
Not for our non-sake
for days never came
without bringing aims

I am thine instrument
to the world; Thine holiness
my guide, thine sacrament
Thanks be to God's goodness