His Grace Poem by Mishack Mchunu
His Grace
Ever falling rain,
Unconfined by seasons;
That seek to gain
All faithful reasons...
Breaks the rocks,
Loams the soil,
Continually knocks
Roofs covering us to weary toil,
Lo! Winter storms
The temple, leaves the soul ice and cold.
That in its youth warms
No one, but weakens and grows old,
From believe in this grace;
You wear your spiritual shoes and run the race.
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