Unity , Grace Above

I roam whine ding down an endless road vexed . Near truth but far from its effects in this mess where men's minds relaxed wasted in haste for no rest from hate . Their cries unheard as pain shouts out fear raised yet creed of men not applied . Not a tear of humanity , nor fear of god's convicting spirit . As I stand bemused tears rush but not for deeds , but for minds so blinded by haste rush in with hate not love or just act . No honor amongst men just cruelty . Nobility , virtue lost in mazes of race yet justice is ignored as she lays gasping for air near death . For when men loss sight of her , not up hold her creed that was an effect of from the word of god . But men with no creed heed not conviction of a maze , grace . They are slaves to wasted time of hate with out cause , and when men do wrong in a continuum spend of time their minds are remade with false creeds . Where pain is not seen , where deeds inhumane . But justice is a child of the father above whose deeds are empowered by grace in mazes of wrong , just . For grace flows when men united reflecting respect , yielding changes . Unity even but by a few shines , reaches out beyond . For if a few have mentality of unity their state of being spreads , burns hotter than a blazing fire in hearts of men surrounding near .